#jakurai jinguji scenarios

[discotenny]

High and Mighty

hii!! if you take hypmic requests, may I request a of Jakurai falling in love with his friend, who is temporarily having her live with him? they have been through a lot while he helped her with a family tragedy and now, one morning the moment just felt right and they kiss?

something in Jakurai's perspective about how much he loves her and wants to see her smile more again... I don't know... if this is demanding or too much context or you don't want to do it for other reasons i understand 💗 life is just a little dark right now and wanting some light 💖 have wonderful day 💗 ~ anon

Jakurai Jinguji x Fem!Reader <2k words, angst to fluff, a lot of self loathing, like a lot a lot, panic attacks>

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“What about being human gives you the right to be all high and mighty?!”

A long time in the past, Ramuda had said that to him. He was a different person then, they both were. 

So why was that question the only thing ringing in his mind right now? 

You were cooking him breakfast, insisting that it was the least you could do to help him out after he let you stay with him.

But did he deserve it? 

This help, this kindness, this care. Someone like him isn't supposed to get things like these. Someone who's selfish. Who's hurt so many people and let so many more get hurt in his wake. Doing things for himself, doing things for others- that was his atonement.

That was what he dedicated to himself to every day. 

He’s been on edge ever since you’ve moved in. Even little things like making breakfast seeped into that mindset of his. But, you, as stubborn and as kind as ever- still insisted on doing this small task for him. 

"You just can't sit still can't you- Jakurai?" You said to him after he carried all the ingredients for you out of his pantry. Even after you told him it was fine, even after he turned on the stove after you said it was alright, even after he insisted that he could cook just in case you were feeling tired.

Eventually, you dragged him out of his own kitchen and sat him in front of the TV so he wouldn't butt in anymore. 

There's a familiar guilt that comes on the side of his freshly made pancakes. 

"Is there something wrong with the food? Ah, I knew I shouldn't have added that extra spoon of vanilla..." You probably noticed the downtrodden expression on his face and the guilt worsens at your concern. 

"No- there's nothing wrong-" a lie, of course. 

"Are you sure? You look a little off- sorry if that's rude haha." Again, the guilt sinks deeper and deeper into his gut. 

"Please forgive me, I'm just tired," a calm smile seems to be enough to ward off most of your concern but there's still a palpable sense of worry in your small frown. "The pancakes are perfect." 

"I told you I was good at cooking! You should just let me cook for you until I leave, it'd be much less stressful for you to handle." There's a sparkle in your eyes that makes him feel sick. He doesn't say anything more than a chuckle to that. The thought of saying what he truly feels makes him disgusted with himself.  

Because a person like him doesn't deserve this. Someone who tries to be all high and mighty to make up for his lowest points. He especially doesn't deserve this from someone like you- who has gone through so much in the past and is currently going through so much more. He barely deserves your friendship and it makes him sick to think that he could have anymore than that. 

But he does want more. And that acknowledgement terrifies him. 

Breakfast devolves into silence as neither of you look up from your plates. 

Jakurai ruins it again.

The darkness of his bedroom is one of the only spaces Jakurai allows himself to think upon his deepest feelings. 

The checkerboard ceiling shifts in and out of a single color gray lines and masses. The more he stares, the more the thought of you marinates in his mind. 

Rationally, he knows that the love he feels for you has to be separated from the hatred he feels for himself. Rationally, he knows he’s being irrational about the way he approaches his feelings. But he just can’t stop.

He wonders if all his self inflicted retribution has made him a better man yet. He wonders if he confessed to you- would you accept him, all of him? After everything he’s been through, the trauma of his time in the war, the sins he’s committed in the past, is he really worthy of standing by your side? 

Jakurai’s gaze shifts toward the small peek of moonlight let out from his curtains. Clouds that drift through the sky cause shadows to manifest, and his eyes drift to make up shapes from their leftovers. 

He hasn't seen you smile since the incident. Since you asked him to move in with him for your own safety and well being. He wonders if part of your reason for not smiling is because of him. 

Jakurai feels selfish when he looks at you. Because he is selfish. 

Selfish in the way he desires nothing more than to hold you in his arms. Selfish in the fluster of his cheeks when you look him in the eyes. Selfish in the warmth of his heart when he just thinks of you. Selfish in his feelings. Selfish in his love. 

Jakurai closes his eyes, the bleak ceiling turning a boring sight to look at. With a sigh of regret and self contemplation, he turns in his sheets and his mind closes for the night.

When he awakes he can already hear you getting busy in the kitchen. There’s a small smile at the considerate act, and he allows himself to feel loved for just a small moment. 

Jakura leaves his room, turning the lights on absentmindedly. His thoughts are elsewhere, barely able to contain all the feelings bubbling up in his stomach. Guilt, fluster, shame, softness, disgust with himself, love for you. 

You're cooking him breakfast, again. He's desperate to help you, again. 

“Eep!” You jump at his appearance behind you, something that makes him frown despite the lightheartedness of the event. You playfully smack him in the chest, a smile in your eyes but not on your face, and chide him for his sneakiness. “Are you trying to kill me, Jakurai?” 

It’s stupid, so, so stupid for such a playful remark to rip his soul out of him. It’s horrible how the sparkle in your eyes is able to pull the trigger snapping such a tight line between his self pitying insides and his calm front to you.

He leaves the room with only a (clearly) fake laugh at your remark and a short, “I’m sorry.” A hand holds itself over his mouth and Jakurai has to stop himself from stumbling into the bathroom and throwing up. He makes his way to his bedroom, the only place he could see as his personal sanctuary. 

In the back of his mind he knows you’re calling out to him in concern. He can’t tell if the footsteps that echo in his ears are yours or his.

He falls to the floor, onto the faux fluffy carpet below the foot of his bed. Due to his height, as he looks down Jakurai feels he’s a million feet off the ground. His head spins so he chooses to look up, turning around so his back is against his footboard. 

The ceiling of last night, the mashup of different grays and bleakness is now a blinding white. Jakurai can feel his eyes dilating, unable to remove his gaze from the painful image of light not present before.

Jakurai knows he’s alone, yet that doesn’t stop the flood of thoughts taking the form of individuals from his past, speaking words he’d rather forget entirely. 

“I don’t need your holier than thou attitude, why don’t you just leave me alone?”

“You think you can save everyone? But can you even save anyone?” 

“Stop it with your looks of pity, as if you know what I’m going through-” 

“What about being human gives you the right to be so high and mighty?!” 

His mind screams. His cheeks are hot, his hands feel cold. His feet feel the plush of the carpet while his head falls back to nothing. His eyes are forced to gaze upon light in which he desperately wants to run away from, his hands follow something, anything to latch onto. Jakurai’s entire being fills with conflicting stimuli and a million thoughts spreading all over. 

And all of a sudden, the white of the ceiling turns off and it’s replaced by the stark gray he remembers it to be. He finally tears his eyes away from the ceiling, just in time to see you plant yourself in front of him in a hurry.

“Hey, hey,” you put your hand out to him, careful not to touch him as to add more to his senses. “It’s gonna be okay, alright? You’re fine, it’s all fine.” 

Just looking at you is just enough for Jakurai to steady his breathing. He didn’t even know his respiration had reached such a shaky state, but the more he stared the more he calmed, with only small hiccups interrupting in uncertain beats. 

“Just focus on me okay? Not on anything else, it’s gonna be alright. You’re here, it’s alright,” Your words bring a certain comfort he’s unfamiliar with feeling.

“Can I touch you?” You ask in such a soft manner, not moving until he nods. Shifting forward, your hand moves a strand of long hair out of his eyes. “There, that’s better,” you smile. 

Like a shining light, comforting, not blinding, your smile wills him down to earth. Your hand stays on his cheek, a finger rubbing slightly in a repeated pattern. 

“You don’t have to tell me what happened, but I want you to know I’m here for you, Jakurai.” 

“I…” he starts out, knowing he doesn’t have to say anything but feeling he has to. “I care for you… so, so much.” 

You stare at him, the sparkle in your eyes that made him feel so much overwhelming guilt now urges him to continue. “I’m sorry, I know that it’s selfish of me to be acting this way, especially after…” 

“No, it’s not selfish,” you interrupt him before he can continue down a self deprecating path once more. “Just because I went through something doesn’t mean you have to ignore yourself. I care about you too, you know?” 

“That’s- I mean-” Jakurai could feel himself tense, a confession on the tip of his tongue yet a ball in his throat. 

“I know what you mean,” you laugh.  

“You what?” Your laugh, your wonderful laugh and wonderful smile shock him. 

“You can be really, really obvious sometimes, Jakurai…” Your hand moves to cup his cheek completely. “I asked Hifumi about it yesterday. He was so excited he gave away everything.” 

“So you…” He braces himself for rejection, and can’t help the frown that comes to his face.

“I feel the exact same way.” 

There’s a hefty sigh that leaves him, wavering a line between relief and hope. A shaky smile finds itself on his face, Jakurai wanting to meet the joy that’s on yours. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

“Wh-what?!” 

Despite his surprise, Jakurai finds there’s not much resistance to the question. 

“AH! I’m sorry, I don’t know what that was,” your face turns to fluster, not even realizing you asked such a thing. “I’m so sorry, that was totally, totally inappropriate to ask right-” 

Jakurai captures your lips in a sudden, welcomed response. It’s soft, gentle, everything you associate with him and his behavior. It’s also quick, leaving just as soon as it comes. 

He looks into your eyes, partially in a daze from finally being able to act upon his tortuous feelings. “I-” He starts, shocked at his blatant display of sudden affection. 

“Kiss me again, please,” you say, holding his cheeks and pulling him closer. 

The sound of his lankiness quickly moving across the carpet makes you giggle, but the lovestruck look in his eyes makes you swoon. His arms find their way around you, a smile on his face as he leans in.

The only thought in his mind, aside how happy he was, is that you were just so pretty up close.

The feeling in his chest is familiar in the sense that it’s been locked away all this time. Forcibly pushed down so other, seemingly more important values could take center stage in his heart. But right then, with your lips on his in a symphony of passion and movements, love takes his heart in full. 

When he pulls away, an even wider smile spreads upon his blushed face. In your own flushed state you have half the mind to consider teasing him for his unusual forwardness- but the absolute joy in his expression is too innocent for you to tease. 

After all, he was just happy to finally be yours. 

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AAAAA ITS DONE ITS DONE ITS DONE !!!

This is probably one of (if not THE) first request I got since my reboot. I’m glad to have finally fulfilled it, I really hope you enjoyed 🫶🫶🫶

Jakurai I admit isn’t my favorite hypmic chara of all time (Sasara supreme) but I admit I did enjoy writing this !! I hope I did him justice !!!

Have a wonderful day 🫶‼️🙌

[hypnomicimagines]

I’m not sure if requests for kinktober are open, but if they are pLEASE do Jakurai and Against a Wall, I wanna see the ever so calm doc go hard on the reader~

Jinguji Jakurai:

Against the Wall.

Jakurai had done all he could to cultivate an image of non-violence.

After his blood-soaked past he had done his hardest to repent, to punish himself for sins that no one would ever know he committed unless he uttered them aloud. He had been battling that side of himself for years, not liking the cruelty that came with his former job, wanting to move into a career that was purely about helping others.

And you taunted him.

He knew it was all in jest, that the outfit you had on was just a typical one for someone of your age to wear when they went out, that your teasing was simply trying to get a reaction out of him. You had amused him from how much you seemed to poke the bear, unafraid of saying controversial things very loudly and see how the others around you reacted. They never quite dipped into being mean-spirited unless you were in a bad mood, but they were so incessant he could see why others grew aggravated with you easily (meaning you had gotten exactly what you wanted).

“You’re like a gentle baby deer, you know? All that height for what?” Your questions were rolling off him like water from a ducks back, completely unbothered as he smiled and nodded along with your questions. “Some people don’t like that! Some want a man to get real aggressive with them~ But not like, hurting them or anything, that’s serial killer shit. Sometimes you just want to be pinned to a wall.”

Your rant had struck up some curiosity deep within him and he wondered just how personal your statements were. Is that what you wanted? Who were you imagining in that position with you? Jakurai, in general, was not one to be prone to jealousy and yet he was jealous over the very thought of you picturing someone other than him pinning you to the wall. He had kept you at arm’s length your entire friendship but it seemed you were intent on scaling said wall, just to have him pin you against it.

How could he keep denying you?

Another teasing outfit, another set of questions that implied you saw him as gentle man, perhaps one who didn’t even have desires with how soft he always was. He could see that you were trying to bait him and, after many months of just taking your backhanded compliments, he found himself at the end of his rope. He had stopped responding quite abruptly and you were worried at first that you had gone too hard.

“Do you believe you’re good at reading people?” His voice is even but there’s an edge to it that leaves you shifting back and forth on your feet, staring at his back as you willed him to turn around. He might be able to control his voice but his eyes never lied, not to you.

“I… I people watch a lot so…yeah?” He gave you what you want when he turned around, approaching steadily. You rose from his kitchen table to meet him; you knew Jakurai was taller than most but the sudden shift in attitude suddenly left his height difference all the more obvious, the man towering down over you.

“I disagree.” He stepped forward, you stepped back, eyes carefully watching his. They appeared sharper than usual but there was a glint of mischief in them, like he was purposely acting like this to get a reaction. Really taking a page from your book. You swallowed hard, not wanting to give in but finding you were far too excited to see where this was going. “If you were more observant, you would think twice about me.”

You’re so focused on Jakurai that you don’t notice you’ve essentially been backed into a corner, gasping a little as the wall hits your back. You whipped your head back to him to see he was still steadily approaching, each step calculated to keep your heart beating fast in your chest. You remembered your comment yesterday, the awkward confession that you hadn’t really meant to make about being fucked against your wall, and you wonder now if Jakurai was a genie of some sort.

Coming into your life to make all your dreams come true.

His hand came down to rest on the wall right beside your face, leaning down until your noses were barely touching. You try not to break his gaze, staring deep into his eyes, looking for a hint of anything more. Was he just teasing you like you had done to him? Was he going to make you go home and touch yourself to this very thought without giving you a single moment of satisfaction?!

“Is this what you want?” He brushed some of his hair out of the way, tucking it behind his ear as he gave you the most irresistible look you’d ever seen in your life. There was no chance this man wasn’t part siren.

“It is.”

The next few moments are a flurry of quick, desperate motions, your clothes flying to the ground, Jakurai’s joining shortly after. You hardly got enough time to appreciate his lips crushed against yours before he pulled away again, hands touching you everywhere, pushing inside you carefully as he prepared you.

You don’t get to properly admire him with how closely pressed to your body he is but you think you might make a scene if he tried to pull away. You needed him now, needed him close, the heat of his body keeping you comfortable and protected. You clung to him as his hands suddenly squeezed your thighs, testing his grip before you were suddenly lifted off the ground.

“Ar-are you sure you can hold me?” Your words had no bite to them, not now that he had made you stutter.

He smiled.

“I’m sure.”

Jakurai was going to make sure that, if you were to ever have a dirty dream again, it would be him at the helm. As he slid himself inside you he thought of how perfectly you fit him, how your whimper and subsequent squeezing of his arm would be ingrained in his mind forever. He would give you exactly what you wanted, everything that you wanted, fucking you like a man possessed.

In your brief moment of being able to form a thought you think this Jakurai is a bit reminiscent of his drunken self, aggressive, certainly not like a clumsy baby deer. You had never wanted to be proved wrong more in your life and felt a true sense of satisfaction as he fucked you, your body comfortably nestled between him and the wall. You had another brief thought of how strong he was, that a doctor had no right to such a perfect body, but Jakurai’s lips meeting yours again stole you away from your ruminations.

“Should I tease you more often?” Your body was a little sore but nothing you couldn’t deal with, your arms wrapped around Jakurai’s neck as he carefully carried you to the couch. It seemed his feral meter had died down a bit after coming and he was back to his gentle nature, even helping retrieve your clothes.

“Do so at your own risk,” He responded with an unreadable expression before finally breaking out in a smile, “I wouldn’t mind hearing more about ‘what the people’ want, if you’re willing to indulge me.”

[stories2you]

Love

My second HypMic fic that I wrote about a month ago. I decided to change the name of Jakurai's kid to match the connection of Matenrou's name.

Setsuna - a moment; an instant (split second)

Pairing: Jakurai x deceased!wife reader

Genre: Angst,, fluff

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A thirty-three year old man clad in a military outfit was greeted by the helpers of the mansion. He was partially covered in blood, his long hair tied into a low ponytail.

He entered his room, the room he used to share with his deceased wife. He was greeted by two children, a little boy and a little girl. 

The young boy greeted his father as he stuttered, "Welcome home, father." 

The man sighed and kneeled to the siblings' heights, he placed a hand on his son's head, "Don't be too formal. You can still call me dad."

The boy smiled at him but his smile faded when his little sister whimpered in fear. The little girl had big tears in her blue eyes that were threatening to fall.

The children's father tried to comfort her but she wailed, "Go away! You're a monster!" 

She broke free from her brother's hand and ran away to her room in tears. The look on the man's face was unreadable, but the boy knew that his father was heartbroken. The boy placed his small hands on his father's shoulders as he smiled, 

"It's okay, dad. Setsuna will be okay. I'll talk to her." 

The man looked to his son endearingly, "Thank you, Junji. But I'll talk to her on my own. You should rest, you've been waiting for me since morning, haven't you?" 

The boy, Junji, nodded his head. But before he left, he told his father what happened when the man was away, "Dad, Ramuda-san came again. He… Told Setsuna that you kill people. That's why she acted that way."

Jakurai's blue eyes widened in anger. That pink head would do anything to harm his family. He had put his adoptive son into a coma after using the true hypnosis mic on him. Now he's coming after his own children. 

After putting Junji to bed, he went to his daughter's room. He heard sobs and whimpers coming from her room. Jakurai opened the door to her room and saw her laying down on her stomach as she cried into her pillow.

Jakurai took silent steps towards his daughter and sat on her bed. Setsuna turned around and saw her father. Once again, she started crying. 

"Go away!" 

The man took her into his arms. Her small hits on his chest didn't make him budge. Jakurai held his daughter tightly in his arms, a hand on the back of her head as he whispered comforting words and apology.

"I'm sorry, darling. I didn't mean to scare you. Please forgive me." 

Setsuna's cries slowly stopped and she finally took a glance at her father. His handsome face framed by his long hair, tiredness and exhaustion was visible. The five year old child finally wrapped her small arms around him,

"I'm sorry, papa…"

Setsuna started crying again, this time, relief that it was indeed her father. She cried herself to sleep, but the grip on Jakurai's uniform was still tight. The man’s mind was filled with anger, he wanted to get back at Ramuda but he knew if he acted recklessly, Chuuouku would take advantage and take his little girl away.

-timeskip, 2 years later (anime canon time)-

Jakurai, now thirty-five years old, was busy as ever. The number of patients to treat, surgeries to attend to, reports and others. It took most of his time away from his children. Despite this, he had met an interesting duo, Hifumi and Doppo. 

The trio then formed Matenrou upon the announcement of the rap battle. Besides, the duo helped him look after his children. Hifumi would be the one picking them up from school, Doppo would accompany them until Jakurai comes to bring them home.

But today, a little surprise approached him at work. Two young children, ages ten and seven years old, were peeking through his office door. 

The doctor smiled and gestured to them to enter, “Come in, Junji, Setsuna.”

The siblings went inside and sat on the chairs provided. Jakurai kneeled to look into their eyes. With a warm smile on his face, he asked, “What brings the two of you here? Does Hifumi-kun know that you’re here?” 

“Setsuna isn’t feeling well, so Rosho-sensei brought us here. The school doctor isn’t around for a few days so he had no choice. Hifumi-san knew about this too.” Junji explained.

Jakurai nodded and didn’t waste any time and started to check on his daughter. The little girl was relieved that the nurses actually recognised her and her brother. And they were pretty much lucky that the man was actually on his break.

“Hmm… another cold…” Jakurai frowned. He felt frustrated that he didn’t notice it earlier. “I’m sorry for not noticing it earlier, dear.” He placed a warm hand on her head. 

Setsuna catches colds easily because of stress and loneliness. Despite her brother always being there for her, she still craves her father’s presence. Even as a young child, she still tries to understand why papa isn’t always at home. 

The little girl shook her head, “It’s okay, papa. I didn’t want to disturb you…” 

Jakurai sighed and pulled his children into his arms, “Don’t you both ever say that. You both were never a bother to me. I promised your mother that I’ll always protect you.”

The children snuggled into their father’s arms, giving him the answer that they were happy. A moment later, Jakurai decided to let Setsuna rest at home for three days and he himself decided to take the days off to take care of her.

-timeskip- 

“But doctor! We need your help!” another doctor begged Jakurai not to take leave from work.

“My daughter needs someone to take care of her. I can’t have my son to do so,” The long haired doctor stated firmly.

His colleague knew that he couldn’t win against him so he just turned away. Jakurai then picked up Setsuna in his arms and held Junji’s hand, “Let’s go home.” 

The nurses surrounding the hallway cooed at the doctor with his children. Jakurai was listening happily to his son as the boy told him about what he did in school. Setsuna remained quiet but she smiled as she enjoyed listening to her brother talking.

At home, the family of three spent the day together after some time. Jakurai had his children attached to his sides as usual when Setsuna asked him a question he had expected to come, 

“Papa, how did you and mama meet?”

The man smiled and he recalled the nostalgic memory. His wife was his childhood friend, along with Hitoya. The trio stuck together from elementary to high school when they decided to go on their separate ways to pursue their favored majors.

Jakurai and his late wife became a couple when he was in his freshman year in university, and she was a third year high school student. His dear wife was a year younger than him and Hitoya. It was his best friend that pressured him into confessing to her.

“Come on, man! You’d better go after her! What if someone else takes her away?” Hitoya pressured. 

Jakurai sighed and avoided his best friend for the day. The next day, he confessed to his then girlfriend. It indeed surprised his best friend, but nonetheless the lawyer student was happy for them. 

Little the new couple knew, their parents had already arranged marriage for the two of them to get married in the near future.

During the family meetings with both the Jinguji and Yae families, the couple were indeed surprised by this decision. Jakurai, being the direct person he is, revealed to the families that they had been together for a few months. This made their families relieved and the couple married with love in their hearts. 

Soon after, the two got married. Jakurai was twenty-four and his late wife was twenty-three. Hitoya was in deep tears upon seeing his friends getting married, his then fiancee had to comfort him while congratulating the newly wed couple.

Jakurai and his wife had a lovely marriage. She was understanding of his role as a war doctor, an assassin, and a soldier. She was supportive of his decisions of being a regular doctor after the war. 

After two years of marriage, Jakurai’s wife surprised him with her pregnancy with their first child. Excitement and happiness couldn’t be hidden in his eyes. He hugged and thanked his wife for giving him the best gift in his life. 

Being an assassin was heavy for him. With having a child and repenting from his deeds by helping people, he hoped for the best for his unborn child.

“I was happy. Very happy, when I got to know that I’m having my own children. Your mother was the happiest. On the days when the two of you came to this world, your mother didn’t want to let you go. She held you both in her arms, whispering how much she loves you.” Jakurai recalled the days of both Junji’s and Setsuna’s arrival.

“I love you, my boy.” “I love you, my baby girl.” 

“Mama loves you both so much.” 

The words he recalled made him feel even more nostalgic. The smiles on his wife’s and children’s faces. Jakurai held the siblings closer to him. He promised his wife to always be by their sides, to protect them from harm. From Ramuda.

‘Dearest wife, my promise to you will never break. You left me with two irreplaceable gifts, our treasures made from our love.

Don’t worry, they’re well and protected. They’ve grown up so much, I’m sure you’ll be proud of them. Keep watching them from above, my love.’ Jakurai thought to himself.

‘To my dear children, always know that papa loves you both so much.’ He looked down at them. They were peacefully asleep in his arms. The man placed a kiss on their heads and held them close.

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Hope y'all enjoyed it. -sobs-

[phantasmiafxndom]

Hmm I'm in the mood for an ABO pathetic man Jakurai who can't stop himself from humping the Reader's leg, Jakurai feeling guilty all the while if that's alright?

This one is with Alpha!Jakurai~ ;3c

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Jakurai shudders when his cock rubs against your thigh. He's hunched over you, clinging to your shoulders, with his hair a curtain around both of you, blocking out the world.

"I-I'm sorry..." he mumbles. "This is... undignified, I know—"

His voice catches in the middle of the sentence. All it takes is a judge of your thigh to leave him trembling.

"Keep going," you say.

And he does. Every thrust is slow and hesitant, rubbing the soft, hot, slick skin of cock over your leg. There's a trail of his pre-come on your bare thigh. Jakurai bites his lip as he keeps going, and the wrinkles around his eyes deepen as he squeezes them shut.

Little by little, he gets faster. He goes from tentatively grinding on you to actually chasing his pleasure, whimpering whenever he finds the right angle to feel right.

You can feel the faint swell of his knot— the squishy area is starting to throb. He's getting close.

"I sh-shouldn't be doing something like this..." he whispers, but doesn't quit moving. "I can stop i-if—, if you d-don't want to see it." That's a lie. He's much too desperate.

You bring your hand to the nape of Jakurai's neck and dig your nails into his skin. "It's alright. I want to see you come."

Seconds later, whining, he spills over your skin.

[mera-k1]

Hello hello! May I request a scenario of fem or afab!s/o cuddle fucking with Jakurai on a chilly winter night?? fluffy blankets, the lack of space between you got you going ❄️🌨

hey, hey, anon! hope you enjoy, i had fun writing this

Cuddle Fucking

jakurai jinguji x afab!reader

-smut minors dni, mostly just cockwarming & cuddles

-ah, cuddling with jakurai was always so peaceful. just the sound of your quiet breathing in the quiet room as he spooned you, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close to his body.

-even while you both were awake on the cold night, you couldn't help but feel warm under the blankets and against your lover. your very tired lover at that. he looked barely awake, his eyes nearly closed as he kissed the back of your shoulder through your shirt.

-your hand reached up, softly caressing his face. how you enjoyed the sweet closeness, possibly a little too much as you wiggled yourself back, your ass pressing against him more.

-"pstt.. love?"

-"mmh?"

-his tired eyes opened slightly, looking to the side of your head. slowly, you flipped yourself over, your leg flinging itself over both of his, slotting your other between his legs. pulling yourself closer, you planted a long kiss on his lips, his hands finding their place on your lower back.

-"i'm a little cold, you mind warming me up a little~?"

-"right now?"

-tiredness was evident in his already deep voice as he spoke quietly. his hand rubbed your back as he kissed your forehead gently.

-"mhmm~"

-you gave a hum in response, your hand going down to tug slightly at the waistband. he let out a deep sigh, a hand leaving your back and helping you tug down his sweats, along with his boxers. right after, his hand finding it's way its place on your back again.

-you wrapped your hand around his dick, giving it a few pumps before guiding it into your cunt. jakurai let out a low moan as he slid in, sheathing himself fully. he rolled his hips into yours once, having you let out a pleasurable hum in response.

-"does that feel better, love?"

-"much better."

[pillow-anime-talk]

painful pleasure.

request​: hey julia! i’d like to request a nsfw scenario for jakurai (from hypmic), where his short and shy fem s/o looses her virginity to him. since he’s got a lot experience, i think he’d be very careful and lovely to her, even though it would hurt her *a lot* as my hdc says he’s huge compared to her small picture hihi. tysm bae! 💚

# tags: scenario; current relationship; romance; smut; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual activities, first time, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, size kink, mention of blood & crying, body worship, pet names

includes: female reader ft. jakurai jinguji {hypmic}

author’s note: i‘m back!! thank you very much for your request! i hope you like it and hope that you aren’t angry for waiting so long for this scenario :( have a nice day everyone!

You swallowed loudly as your boyfriend took off the last piece of clothes from his body, then smiled at you warmly. You got a little afraid at the sight of Jakurai’s manhood, but you left your fears without much comment. Nevertheless, expression on your face very quickly lit a red light in the long-haired doctor's head.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

Your cheeks flushed even more, and you looked straight into the man’s eyes, sighing softly. After a while, the gaze fell on the bright wall with a few hand-painted pictures.

“Umm... You’re so big. I’m just scared.”

“Darling... When in doubt we can always stop. I don’t want to force you to anything and I want you to feel comfortable.” He said calmly, rubbing your bare thigh with his sizable hand. “... Want to try another day?” You shook your head quickly at the question, and your much smaller hand found the fingers of your loved one.

“N-No. I want to do it today, I really do. I’m just a bit... st-stressed!” You stuttered, but Jakurai stroked your soft skin again and smiled in that particular smile that was directed only to you. Thanks to this expression, you calmed down and then rested your head on the soft, satin pillow again. You shuddered as your man settled his body between your legs and then leisurely leaned in towards you, giving you a lovely, almost youthful kiss right on your nose. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby.” Another peck landed on your slightly chapped lips, and then Jakurai moved a few inches away from your tiny mouth and smiled once more. “Can I start?” He asked, and you nodded, biting your lower lip, which still felt a warm tingling feeling from kissing. “I’ll loosen you up, okay? Then it will be more pleasant.”

“O-Okay, I trust you. Do what you think is appropriate.” You whispered and your voice cracked somewhat. The man, however, didn’t laugh, and instead, with a serious but tender expression on his male face, descended a little lower; his kisses marked a wet path from your chin to your pubic mound. There he left some lovely pecks on the smooth skin, and when he felt you were relaxed enough, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, placed them over his back, and widened your legs so that he had perfect access to your tender spot and the soft skin around.

Oral sex was no stranger to you (you two have done this three times already). He was incredibly good at it, yet gentle at the same time, as if afraid that your tiny body would melt between his own fingers if he did anything faster or harder. He was the perfect, understanding partner in both life and bed, so you trusted him enough to close both eyelids with relief, and your hands automatically caught the gray-purple hair. Somewhere between your feminine groan and the sound of his tongue, you heard a calm murmur. Then cold air hit the wet spot between your legs.

“I’ll try with my fingers, right?”

You gave timid permission, and when you felt his index finger squeeze between your tight walls, you bit your lip much harder. Your boyfriend made sure everything was fine, and as you breathed deeper, you assured him that you just had to get used to something larger than his agile tongue.

‘And then larger than a finger or two.’ You thought and relaxed your muscles more, slowly getting used to the feeling of stretching and being filled with one and then two big fingers.

This strange, new pleasure lasted a very long time for you, though it was really a matter of three or four minutes before Jakurai very slowly took two wet fingers out of you, then smiled in affection at the sight of your flushed face and huge pupils. After a short breath on his part, he asked if you feel good and if he should continue. When you verbally consented to his further movements, the man reached for the condom previously placed on the wooden, bedside table, opened the small package, and then placed it on the standing penis. He also used some moisturizing and colorless lubricant. 

After a short second he touched your cheek with a clean hand, watching your facial expressions.

“Can I...?”

“Yes, please.”

Although Jakurai had prepared himself and you so well, it was still an indescribable effort. Yes, your mind and body were relaxed, but you still felt unimaginable pain in your lower body parts that spread to both legs and also stomach. And while the opportunity to be this close to your boyfriend was wonderful, the tears were very painful and truly cruel to the doctor’s eyes.

Long-haired man wanted to withdraw at some point, but you put your arms around him quickly and shook your head.

“I can do it, really. P-Please don’t go.” You muttered softly, and Jakurai hesitantly kissed your nose, agreeing to your request.

He covered you with his whole warm body, and at the same time focused on calming your thoughts with light kisses and talking about stupid but helpful things. He was so composed in what he was doing that finally there was less pain in your body than before. Of course, you still felt the burning chills, but they were more and more familiar to you, and you got used to them after a few more thrusts. Obviously, your man was still only half filling you up, but he thought it should be enough for the first sexual intercourse, and while you wanted the thirty-five-years-old to get a lot more pleasure, he assured you that he was already feeling perfect.

The first time is often not as perfect as it should be, although it seemed otherwise to you. It was a strange and painful, yet really interesting feeling, and you were glad that you had your first time with someone you sincerely love and trust.

There was no amazing orgasm, loud moans of pleasure and spasms, rather a bit of bright blood instead, aching muscles, and dry tears on the both cheeks, but after all, you really seemed to be happy, especially when Jakurai gave you another kiss on the forehead and then offered a joint bath during which he washed your back, hair and legs. He was even more tender than ever and so sincerely, with love in his blue eyes, thanked you for your trust and amazing time.

You only smiled at him in response, cuddling his warm chest and falling asleep so easily with the thought that you couldn’t have hit any better.

[hypmic-writings]

Hi~ thank you for opening requests 🙏🏻

I was thinking about an AU with Jakurai, falling for a pianist that has been playing a night at hifumi's host club. Like he didn't knew who she was, and after that night he tried to look for her everywhere but nothing. Then I imagine that several months later, they accidentally (or not) bump into each other, decide to get to know each other and get engaged 🍃💜

Sorry for writing this much;; feel free to not include some points if needed, because I've given so many details ;;;;;;

But thank you wholeheartedly for keeping writing. I really love your works, everytime.💐

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Pairing: Jakurai Jinguji x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,156

Warnings: None

A/N: This one was so cute to do! I really like the pining and the idea of Jakurai actually falling for someone at first glance despite not knowing them (a very un-Jakurai thing to do) Hope you enjoy~

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Jakurai had never believed in love at first sight. He was a man of science, and more than that, a man of practicality. Relationships were formed over time with effort and trials, not by magic and simple physical attraction. This was something he believed when he was a young man, and something he continued to believe even when he was older and had a better understanding of the world.

But he supposed that there were exceptions to every rule.

It all began one fateful night when Jakurai left his clinic a bit early to go pick up Hifumi from his host club. The latter’s car was in the shop and Jakurai was quick to offer to drive him home, not wanting to leave a friend in need. Upon reaching the host club, Jakurai quietly walked in, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself if Hifumi was still in the middle of working.

Fortunately though, it looked like the night was just wrapping up. There were a few patrons left, hanging off the arms of the hosts and staring at them with drunken stars in their eyes. There were glasses and champagne bottles scattered around the room, but this was not what drew Jakurai’s gaze. Jakurai was quick to glance over the state of the room, letting his eyes fall on you instead

You were sitting in front of a massive, beautiful, sparkling white grand piano, eyes practically closed as your fingers danced along the keys before you. Jakurai quickly found himself entranced by the music, the melody familiar but unable to be placed in his mind. Perhaps it was a rendition of a modern pop song, or maybe something entirely of your own creation. Regardless, it had Jakurai held in a trance.

You, on the other hand, were barely aware of your surroundings as you continued on with your song, the sweet, soft tone of the notes floating through the air around you. Knowing it was the last song on the setlist, you gave it an extra little flourish, trilling notes and playing around with certain keys until you found the sound you wanted.

You were completely unaware of the man whose gaze was transfixed on you. Jakurai could feel his heart being moved by your music. The notes were soft and happy, but there was something more to them. The way they lingered, dragged slowly across the keys before becoming bouncy and light once more made him feel a sense of longing. It was as though the piece was saying that he should be happy despite the fact that it was all a façade and that he was longing and lost.

And then, the song was over.

For a moment, there was a sort of emptiness in the room, now only filled with chatter and clattering of glassware, but when the patrons realized that your set was over, they quickly clapped for you, cheering lightly as you stood up from the piano. Jakurai himself was pulled away from his thoughts as the quiet applause filled his ears and he quickly brought his hands together as well. You gave a small bow before turning back to the piano, wiping down the keys and pulling down the cover.

“Jakurai!” Hifumi called out, making Jakurai turn towards his friend.

“Ah, Hifumi. How was your night?” Jakurai asked, cordially. Hifumi grinned and tucked away his tips into his pocket.

“It was great! I definitely got more tips today than the past few days combined. Wednesdays are always a little busier though…not sure why,” he shrugged, moving to grab his bag. Jakurai took the moment to turn back to the piano, only to find the stage darkened and empty. He glanced around, but didn’t see you anywhere, his smile wavering as he realized that he had missed you on your way out.

“Thanks again for driving me home! Doppo will be there, you can stay for a drink if you’d like!” Hifumi offered, nodding at Jakurai. “Ready to go?”

Jakurai opened his mouth, prepared to ask Hifumi about the beautiful, talented pianist, but quickly closed it. He was sure that he would see you again, and he didn’t want Hifumi to have any pre-conceived notions about his intentions.

“Yes of course,” Jakurai said, following Hifumi towards the exit of the host club. As his friend continued to tell stories of his patrons from that night, Jakurai’s mind wandered back to the mysterious pianist, concocting all sorts of possibilities as to who she could be.

* * *

Jakurai had never been so wrong.

It had been weeks since he picked up Hifumi that fateful night, but he had never seen the pianist in the host club since that time. Whenever he went to visit his friend, he would immediately turn to the stage, only to find it occupied by a guitarist or a singer.

Jakurai asked Hifumi about the pianist, but the later simply shrugged, saying that the performances almost always changed and there were very few regulars that made music for the host club. Logically, Jakurai knew that it didn’t make sense for him to be so hung up over a woman. He had only seen her one time, and he hadn’t even gotten the chance to say anything to her. Despite this, he felt frustrated, as though he had missed his opportunity to meet someone amazing. And she had to be amazing, nobody could create such compelling music and not be something of a genius.

So, despite his mind telling him one thing, Jakurai’s heart continued to tell him another.

* * *

A few months later, Jakurai found himself tugging on the sleeves of his three piece suit as he entered the hotel venue surrounded by other doctors all dressed to the nines. It wasn’t often that there was a formal dinner for the Shinjuku health professionals, but even then, Jakurai wasn’t one to go to events like this. In fact, if it hadn’t been for his fellow doctor’s demanding his attendance, Jakurai would have made some excuse not to come.

However, as soon as he strolled further into the ballroom, he was extremely glad that he had decided to come.

There, seated in front of the baby grand piano, was the pianist. The very woman that had made his heart soar the first time he heard her play was now in front of him once more. Jakurai stood still, letting the waves of the music wash over him, taking in every note and chord she played. It was the familiar tone of the song that she had been playing at the host club so many months ago.

Jakurai almost cursed the attendants who were laughing and chatting over the music. Were they unable to hear how beautiful the sound was? The light, airy notes that sent Jakurai’s heart floating were as easy for him to understand as they were for you to play. It was one of your favorite pieces after all, something that you always managed to sneak into your set regardless of the event you were playing at.

You preferred major keys at events like this. Something to lighten the mood and put the patrons in a happy, donating mood. The tips were always better when you played something you could really pour your heart and soul into, and this song was simply perfect.

As the song finished, there was scattered applause before you started the next piece in your set, taking no notice of the man watching you from across the room. Jakurai would have loved nothing more than to listen to you play all night long, watching your fingers dance across the keys with expert precision, but unfortunately, his colleagues had spotted him.

The rest of the night was spend chatting with his friends and coworkers alike, indulging in expensive, decadent food, and passing on the champagne whenever it was offered. Jakurai kept an eye on the pianist, though, not wanting her to leave before he had the chance to compliment her skills. He had missed the opportunity before and did not want to make that same mistake twice.

Towards the end of the night, the patrons began to leave one by one and then in smaller groups until there were only a handful of people left. You were almost finished with your set, thankful for the dinner break as your fingers were beginning to feel tired. Hitting your last notes, you took a breath as you set your hands down on your lap, massaging them diligently. You heard a scattered applause and you turned to smile, nodding slightly at the remaining patrons.

“Good evening,” a voice said, making you turn your head.

Your gaze turned towards a rather tall man with long, violet hair and bright eyes who stood a respectful distance away from you. He was smiling lightly as he pulled out his wallet, dropping some bills into the golden plate that was resting atop the piano.

“Thank you so much,” you said, smiling gratefully. You felt your heart skip a beat as you let your eyes linger on the admittedly attractive man.

“No, thank you. Your playing was absolutely beautiful, I enjoyed listening to you very much. You’re very talented,” the man said, making you beam.

“That’s very kind of you, I appreciate it,” you chuckled, reaching out for your sheet music awkwardly.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what piece were you playing at the beginning of your set list?” the man asked, hands folded behind him as he tilted his head slightly. You turned back to him a bit nervously and swallowed. You had been instructed many times to only play classical pieces and not to include your own works, and for a moment you wondered if the man was sent here to fire you.

“Well, the first piece was one of Beethoven’s, but the second piece was actually something small that I wrote myself…” you trailed off, your voice light and quiet.

“Marvelous, it was really quite a beautiful piece,” Jakurai said, offering you a gentle smile. Immediately, you perked up. Nobody had ever commented on a specific piece of yours, and especially not that particular piece. The composition that you had worked tirelessly on to make the tone exactly what you wanted.

“Ah, nobody’s ever noticed that one before, it means a lot to me that you would compliment it. Thank you so much,” you said, feeling the heat rise to your face. You had never been one to take compliments well and this was no different.

“It’s such a lovely piece. The tone is so bright and airy and yet somehow also very melancholic when listened to as a whole. What key is it in?” Jakurai asked, bringing a finger to his chin.

“I wrote it in F Major,” you responded.

“Ah, I’m partial to D minor myself, but I supposed that wouldn’t be suitable for this occasion,” Jakurai chuckled. You let out a small laugh as you shook your head. Continuing to study the man before you, you realized that you had never properly introduced yourself. He had successfully charmed you and you found yourself wanting to spend more time with him.

“Ah, where are my manners? I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/LN,” you stated, sticking out your hand.

“Jakurai Jinguji,” the man said, shaking your hand gently.

You smiled, letting the name float through your mind before deciding that you liked it and that it suited him quite well. You could hear the chatter in the hall beginning to die down, and you knew that it would soon be time to leave, but you couldn’t help but want to stay here with Jakurai for a moment longer. As if the man could read your mind, he spoke up once more.

“My apologies if this is rather sudden, but would you care to get a drink with me tonight? It’s still rather early and I’d love to get to know you more,” Jakurai said, respectfully. You held the sheet music tightly in your hands as you bit back a smile. Nodding slowly you found your heart beginning to speed up slightly in your chest.

“Yes, I’d like that very much. Just give me a moment to put my things away and I’ll meet you by the entrance,” you told him, nodding to the front of the room. Jakurai smiled at you and agreed, excusing himself as you began to organize your music, placing it neatly away in your bag.

As Jakurai stood at the entrance waiting for you, his heart was soaring in his chest. After months of wondering about the pianist and wanting to know who she was, the universe had given him another chance. He wouldn’t waste it, and would get to know Y/N properly, wanting nothing more than to spend more time with her.

Perhaps there was something to love at first sight after all…as long as fate allowed it.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[hamanihamare-imagines]

Hi! Love your blog! Could you please do a scenario or headcanons for Samatoki, Gentaro and Jakurai (separately) taking care of their sick s/o? Thank you!

Hello! I’m happy you love it! I hope you will like these scenarios as well; I really enjoyed your prompt, so thank you for sending it in! ^^

Taking care of a sick s/o

Samatoki:

“Thank you very much, we hope to see you again.”

Samatoki excited the supermarket and in a not-so-slow pace, headed over his lover’s house. They had been feeling sick for three days now, and he was starting to get worried. Not that he would admit it, though.

He couldn’t understand why, but every time his s/o was ill, he felt his heart clench; he was willing to be him the sick one if that meant that they would recover. Was this what people called love? No, it couldn’t be. Sure, he really liked them, but that was that.

No way in hell I’m in love.

Sighing, he climbed up the stairs which brought him right in front of their apartment. He only needed to ring the bell once before his s/o came at the door.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” they said, their voice low and weak.

“What the hell do you mean? Weren’t you in bed?! Didn’t I say that you had to rest?!”

“But—”

“No buts. Go to bed, now. I’ll cook something for you.”

Their lover smiled widely before nodding and walking up to their room, they turned once to mouth a thank you and blowing a kiss to Samotoki. He furrowed his eyebrows, rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen, acting as if that action didn’t make his heart warmer.

After having cooked and placed the dinner on a tray, he brought it to his s/o’s room, and put it on their bedside table.

“Don’t force yourself,” he said, as he helped them sit up, “How are you feeling?”

“Still a bit dizzy and cold.”

Samatoki looked around and found a cover on the desk chair, he took it up and lay it on the bed sheet, “I can bring some more covers from my place if you want.”

“There’s no need, thank you.”

Samatoki made sure that they were covered properly, before sitting on the bed so that he could spoon-feed them. When they looked at him with wide eyes, Samatoki realized what he had actually done and placed the spoon back in the bowl again, and handed it to them.

“You can eat alone, you don’t need me,” he mumbled. He could hear his face burning and even if in the room there wasn’t much light, he was sure that his s/o had noticed his red cheeks.

“Samatoki, you’re very sweet,” his lover commented.

“Just eat already,” he replied, standing up and exiting the room; in the background, his s/o giggled at his behaviour. He went to the kitchen and placed his palms on the table, shaking his head.

Shit. It’s love.

Gentaro:

“Are you feeling better than this afternoon?” Gentaro asked through the phone to his lover, who had been sick for all the day.

“Not really, I actually feel worse.”

“My my, someone didn’t take their medicine, am I correct?”

From the other line of the call no reply came, and Gentaro could already imagine his s/o pouting guiltily.

“May I know the reason?”

“Its taste is bad.”

Gentaro could only sigh, Childish as always…

“If you tell me a story, then I’ll take it,” his lover told him.

“If that is all it takes,” he said and was ready to start, but he got interrupted by the other one’s voice.

“You have to come here, though. And no, I’m not joking.”

He laughed out loud, but eventually closed the call and got out of his house. When he reached the other’s place, he was welcomed by a warm smile which he returned. They moved to the living room, and Gentaro wrapped his lover with a warm cover while they cuddled on the couch.

Stroking their hair, he started to tell his story. He had invented it right on the spot, so he couldn’t really understand himself where this was going, but he knew that the main characters were two lovers. Living on the two opposite sides of the city, they met by chance in the middle of a summer festival. They fell in love at first sight, even though they didn’t even introduce themselves that night. However, destiny was on their side because they met again at Shibuya 109 a week later, and there their love story started.

“That’s not fair, you’re talking about us,” his lover complained.

“Is there something more beautiful than our own story?” he asked, patting their head.

His s/o hid their faces on his neck, to cover their blushing and this amused Gentaro very, very much. He didn’t tease them, though, instead he kept on narrating, recalling all their beautiful memories.

Jakurai:

Dating a doctor meant that whenever you felt sick, they would list everything you’ll need to take and some other advice to get better. This applied to Jakurai as well, because as soon as he heard that his s/o was sick, he had sent them a long detailed message on what to do and not to do.

Jakurai didn’t only text them during the day to check up on them, but he would also stop at their house for an examination. And so, for the fifth night in a row, Jakurai was sitting on his lover’s bed, stethoscope pressed on their chest and after on their back.

“Your airway has improved. Most likely in two days you will be fine again.”

“Thanks doc,” their reply was, before placing a kiss on his hair.

“You shouldn’t have any physical contact with people when you’re sick.”

“That’s why I kissed you on your hair,” they said, smiling.

Jakurai chuckled, and put back his stethoscope in his bag. Then, he started to search for his thermometer but couldn’t find it, no matter how he shifted all the things inside his bag, “I must have left it at the hospital.”

He looked at his lover, who was watching him confused. He brought up a hand to their forehead and stayed still for some seconds, before placing his hand on his own.

“Your fever must have decreased. That is good news.”

His lover was frozen in their place, as if that sudden interaction surprised them. They’ve been dating for five months, so Jakurai was quite amused to see that they could still blush for such a tiny thing.

“I’m sorry if I startled you. I should have asked you first.”

“N-No, it’s fine…” they mumbled.

“I will prepare dinner for you. Is there anything you wish for?” he questioned with his usual kind smile.

“Up to you.”

“Alright,” he said, before proceeding on tucking in their lover, “Rest while I’m cooking.”

The other one nodded and Jakurai, gently lowering himself, left a sweet kiss on their hair as well.

“Thank you, Jakurai.”

“Anything for you.”

[the-daylight-here]

Can you do some Yandere Jakurai? It can be Headcannons or just a writing, it doesn’t matter to me. Thanks!

||it’s three am i’m not on medication and i have a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch and a glass of iced tea i can and will fight god do not underestimate me although do expect me to lose for my hubris also i have not been keeping up with hypmic someone fill me in please---

Yandere Jakurai is very calm, very calculating, and very obsessive.

He is perfectly aware what he’s doing is wrong and he does not want to be doing it either. Yet here we are.

Keep in mind he was a hit man at one point, so you do feel a little threatened, although he does not kill anymore. As far as you are aware.

You live a quiet life, mostly. A nice, lakefront cabin when you aren’t holed up in Jakurai’s apartment in Shinjuku, and Jakurai does have work, so you are usually alone.

Both homes are you-proofed. You can’t hurt yourself, you’ve been craving cheezits for weeks and you are on your last bag of pistachios in terms of snacks. Only the healthiest of foods, unfortunately. And he limits your electronic usage, most days.

There is a lot of controlling of your actions, and he has your regimen planned down to a T, both taking care of you and himself in that.

At home, you can be as angry and loud and pissed off as you want. In public, though, you are expected to behave. That is the end-all be-all of the situation.

You are treated so well you almost feel spoiled, save for a few things.

You have tried to end ‘things’ one way or another. In public, in private, or even by trying to run off. Still, you were dragged back every time, and thoroughly punished.

Interestingly enough, the only one who helps you in dealing with Jakurai is Ramuda, if only to make the taller of the two angry and to make Jakurai suffer.

If you thought Ramuda was going to be helpful, you are very, very wrong.

Ramuda treats you like a plaything when you are, for lack of better terms, “in his care.”

And it is, in some ways, worse than living with Jakurai ever was. Yes, Jakurai would nag you if you skipped a meal or got hurt or anything, but at least he did not take joy in your suffering.

So, you are constantly stuck between a rock and a hard place, and you would rather stay away from both of them entirely.

[husbandomail]

Scenario, headcanons, it's up to you but can I get "It would break me if anything happened to you, please take care of yourself." for Samatoki or Jakurai please?

Heya! I tried to get Samatoki done, but it wasn’t working out, so I might revisit that later. I hope this is okay!

Hospital shifts are long and exhausting.

Although Jakurai had knowingly chosen this career, an unbalanced morality tugging at his heartstrings until he began helping people, that didn’t mean he was immune to being run ragged. He shrugged off his white coat and his worries as he tiredly stepped into the lounge on this floor. He dug through his stash of personal belongings, and when he pulled his phone out, he stared blankly at it for a moment— your work day was probably ending too, so there was no guaranteed you’d answer if he called. His fingers flew across the keyboard instead.

“Did you remember to eat today?”

He knew you wouldn’t respond right away, but maybe you’d see it on your screen and remember to grab a bite on the way home.

… it would probably be better to check on you himself. It had been a few days since you’d seen each other, after all.

As he made the tedious walk back to his car, Jakurai kept his eyes on his phone, checking for notifications every few moments; now that he thought of it, it had been a few days since he’d heard your voice. Your messages had been much slower too— he’d chalked it up to just you being busy, but if he was honest with himself, something was gnawing at the back of his mind and settling heavily on his shoulders. 

He tapped the call button. The ringing felt like it was drilling into his ears. Suddenly, your voice comes over the line; he almost sighs in relief, but then the rest of the recorded message plays. “Hello! I can’t answer the phone right now; please, leave a message!”

“Darling,” he began, “I haven’t heard from you recently. I’m going to pick up some food and stop by to see you; let me know when you get this, please.” If you would at least text him back, the tension building in his chest would release, and he could calm down.

But you didn’t respond. By the time he’d pulled into your apartment’s parking space with no word from you, he was aggressively tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, resisting the urge to dig his teeth into his own lip. The food had been freshly cooked, but his anxiety had him so cold, he couldn’t feel the heat radiating through the takeout boxes in his arms.

He took the stairs two at a time, and knocked loudly on your door. It didn’t sound like anyone was home— that was wrong, you were always home by this time. Nobody stirred when he called your name. 

You’d given him a key of his own. Now was the time to use it.

Careful not to tip the takeout boxes over, Jakurai dug your key from deep in his pockets and unlocked the door, softly calling out to you again as he stepped into your home. “[Name], dear, I’ve brought you dinner—”

There was a soft moan from one of the back rooms, and Jakurai went numb; spending so much time around the sick and the dying, he knew that sound all too well. On autopilot, he set the food down on the first free surface and strode over to where the noise had come from.

You were laying on the floor of your home office, only partially awake. His training kicking in, Jakurai swept his hair back and knelt next to you, speaking quietly, although every nerve in his body was screaming at him to do something now. “Darling.”

You rolled onto your back and glanced up at him with glassy eyes, forcing a sheepish smile; he frowned down at you, although he was relieved to see you recognized him at least. “Sorry, I—”

“Overdid it again, yes, I can see that.” He looked away from you and over to where your computer was still on, the desktop cluttered with document after document. “Deadlines aren’t worth your health, dear.” He slipped his strong arms underneath you, hoisting you easily into the air, holding you close as he walked you off towards your bedroom.

“I didn’t finish everything up at the office, and they needed it soon—” You rambled absently as your boyfriend set you on your bed; he was only partially listening, instead busying himself with checking your pulse, your temperature, peering into your eyes. 

“When’s the last time you’ve eaten?”

“Uh…”

“How much sleep have you been getting?”

“… y’know, the normal amou—”

“Please don’t lie to me.” Although he towered over you on a normal day, for a brief moment, Jakurai seemed small. “I was worried when I didn’t hear from you, [Name].” He looked away again, pretending to be busy, the tips of his ears slowly turning red. “It would break me if anything happened to you, so please take care of yourself.”

You watched him for a moment; the way his practiced eyes could see right through you, the way his hair fell over his shoulders and flowed behind him, how graceful and measured each of his movements always were.

“I’m sorry for worrying you.” The words tumbled out before you could think about it.

Jakurai just smiled at you and reached out to ruffle your hair. “Stay here, I’ll go get dinner ready.”

[hypnomicimagines]

Peaceful Shinjuku Night [Jinguji Jakurai]

Voted on here!

It was a cool, rainy night in Shinjuku.

Jakurai was patiently waiting for a call from the hospital to shatter his overall quiet night. There always seemed to be more accidents in the rain, and while there were plenty of other doctors on tonight, it had never stopped them from calling him before. He had learned to use every ounce of downtime that was offered lest he go insane, though his work was his passion and he found a certain satisfaction from his job that didn’t have him too upset at the hours he worked.

Finding his team, finding you, getting a family again, it brought a little more perspective back and he learned to value his free time more. Camping and fishing, spending cozy nights in without a single obligation, there were little pleasures that lined up to allow him to experience really, truly living.

When he laid himself down in bed that night he could hardly believe it, it was normally you who was crawling into it alone. You had to work late that night, shooting off a quick, frustrated text that let him know you were upset with not being available when he was around. While he missed your presence as well it gave him a bit of a taste of what it was like to be you, to have to occupy his time in other ways, to miss you wholeheartedly despite seeing you off that very morning.

When he closed his eyes that night he was alone, but the sun woke him early the next morning. He felt the weight of a warm body pressed against him, an arm slung over his chest; he was careful, turning his head slowly to see your peacefully sleeping form. He hadn’t managed to stay up late enough to greet you but you had made yourself comfortable in his home anyway; he had given you that key early on for just that reason. He trusted you with not just him but his home.

“Mmm, someone turn the sun off…” You grumbled, and Jakurai quickly realized his mistake. While he had left the curtains open last night to get a nice view of the rain falling from the moonlit sky he had forgotten to close them before he laid down, and you must have been too tired to notice when you got in last night. He gently shifted your arm and moved out from under it, dutifully rectifying his mistake before joining you back in bed.

“I don’t normally get you back that quick,” You mumbled sleepily, peaking one eye open now that the sun wasn’t burning your retinas. “What’s the occasion?”

“I was simply thinking… About how wonderful it is to wake up next to you.” Jakurai laid himself down so you were on eye level, his nose brushing up against yours. There was a playfulness to his tone that told you he was being flirty and it sent shivers down your spine, having to fight to keep the goofy grin from overtaking your face.

“That’s my favorite part too. Well, not my very favorite, but it’s up there.” You paused purposefully, and Jakurai patiently waited for you to continue. “You wanna know what my favorite is?”

He nodded, and while he wasn’t a mind-reader, he did think he could see what you wanted written all over your face.

[stories2you]

Dearest (Part 2)

A/N: Continuation from the first part.

Pairing: Jakurai x wife!reader, Jakurai x daughter!OC (familial love)

TW: abuse, descriptions of depression. Please read at your own discretion.

While they were chatting away about their days, Jakurai had noticed the sullen look on his daughter’s face ever since he arrived home. He slowly brought up the topic, 

“So, Mai, which supermarket did you go to today? The usual one always has the ingredients sold out quickly.” 

Mai looked up to him and said, “Ah, it’s the one near Hifumi-san’s apartment.” 

It went silent for a bit, until Mai spoke up, “Actually… I saw that woman while on my way home.” 

Both you and Jakurai went speechless. That vile woman was the cause of Mai’s breakdown and trust issues. Mai told the two of you what happened. You both listened intently, it was amazing how she doesn’t cry while explaining. Normally she would as that woman had inflicted childhood trauma onto her.

“So you saw her and couldn’t contain your anger? Did she say anything to you?” Jakurai asked. He had a serious look on his face. He had always been weary of his dear daughter meeting his ex-wife. He never wanted them to meet again.

“I hit her. I made that child cry.” Mai’s voice started to quiver. She then looked up to both of you. Her blue eyes were filled with anger and tears forming. Her smile made you shiver, you had never seen your daughter like this. 

“Papa~” Jakurai remained composed, he knew she was breaking down. What she says next would shock him, “I want to end her. I want to make sure she suffers. I-” 

“Stop it, Jinguji Mai!” Jakurai’s voice boomed inside the room. Mai went silent. Her tears finally fell and she realised what she had said. She looked at you and apologised, Mai never wanted you to see her like that. 

You sighed and went over to her side, “ It’s okay, dear. Cry it out, let it out. I’m here.” 

You allowed Mai to rest her head on your shoulder. Her tears stain your shirt. Your (e/c) travelled to look at your husband. As you’ve expected, he had an unreadable expression on his face, but you knew that he was angry. 

Angry at what? Who knows…

-the next day-

Jakurai had a few days off after two months of working non-stop. Both you and your husband were just spending your day together as Mai went out with Hitoya’s daughter.

“Honey, what if Mai meets her again? I’m sure that woman won’t let it slide.” You started. The thought had worried you since last night. 

You saw your husband sighed. You knew that he was worried. Who wouldn’t be though. Before he could speak, the said woman appeared. Greeting both you and Jakurai with a sickeningly sweet voice, 

“Hello there, Jakurai.” She then glanced at you with an evil look, “And Miss (y/n)...” 

Without waiting for an answer, she sat on the empty seat. Jakurai took a sip of his coffee and asked the woman, “Why are you here? Do you not have any shame?” 

“Ah, forgive me dear ex-husband.” Venom in her voice spat. “But I’m just here to talk to you about our beautiful daughter.” 

“I believe she’s mine. Never yours.” Jakurai spat back at her. He then gave you a look that shows that he’ll handle it. You obeyed his gestures and stayed silent while you observed them.

You saw that woman gritted her teeth. ‘Ah, hell’s gotten loose. Now where’s the popcorn when I need it?’  You thought, amused by the woman’s actions. 

You remembered what she had said to you when she picked up the thirteen year old Mai very late at school, 

“She could’ve just gone home alone. Isn’t she a teenager now?” That woman then looked at poor Mai and pulled her long hair, “You just fucking wasted my time. You have legs don’t you? Just go home alone! You-” 

“Stop it! Mai isn’t wrong. It was raining heavily earlier and she had no umbrella with her.” You tried to reason with her by giving out lies. 

Mai never wanted to go home. She had contacted her father to pick her up, but he had an important surgery to perform on. Hifumi and Doppo were out of the country that day.

‘At that point of time, Mai had told me everything. A young girl like her doesn’t deserve this treatment.’ You thought as you listened to the former couple.

“I gave bir-” “Don’t you dare give me that excuse.” Jakurai cut her off. 

“You inflicted childhood trauma into her, you tortured her by starving her. You tortured her with every single thing you could think of. Of course she would get angry when she saw you with your new child.” Jakurai explained bluntly.

“But she doesn’t have to do that in public!” She raised her voice. 

“You made her sit outside the house in sheer coldness. I’ll have you know that when I found her, she was close to death. Do you really call that as ‘love’?” 

The woman went silent. Before she could speak, Jakurai continued his words that contain poison, 

“If you want her to forgive you, how about you apologise to her for the past fifteen years of her life that you have shattered? Though, I doubt she’ll forgive you.” He then gave her a murderous look. The look you recognised when he was an assassin back then, 

“Hurt my daughter, You will pay.” 

The tall man then stood up and gave you his hand, “Come, let’s go.” 

You smiled and held his hand. You turned and saw the woman had a terrified look on his face. Like your husband, you gave her a murderous look, 

“A child deserves a parent. But not all parents deserve a child. Don’t come near my little girl again, bitch.” 

She looked like she wanted to reiterate but when she met your (e/c) eyes, she stopped. 

After leaving the cafe, Jakurai insisted on eating out for dinner. He looked down on his watch and saw that it was almost dinner time, “You should call Mai to come and eat dinner with us. She deserves a treat.” 

You chuckled and nodded, “Let’s bring her to that yakiniku restaurant that she loves.” 

You then called her to meet up at her favorite restaurant. You could hear the excitement in her voice as she asked her best friend, 

“Do you wanna come along?” 

“No, it’s okay. If I come along, my dad would be going after your dad. You know, that usual friendly banter.” Hitoya’s daughter sighed.

You chuckled again when you saw the look of displeasure on your husband’s face at the mention of Hitoya.

“We’ll see you there, dear.” You ended the call.

-at home-

It was fortunate that the restaurant wasn’t crowded. You and Jakurai were happy enough at the look of content on your daughter’s face. After washing up, the three of you huddled on the couch while watching a movie on the television.

Mai sat on Jakurai’s lap, a habit she had ever since she was younger. It wasn’t always she gets to cuddle with her father. Let’s just say, her birth mother was possessive. 

You understood her needs of wanting comfort from him. She does the same with you, but Mai would rest her head on your lap as you clean her ears or brush her hair. 

You looked at her sleeping form on your husband’s lap. You reached out and pushed her bangs aside, “How could someone neglect a beautiful child like her?” 

Jakurai’s attention was now on you, “What did you say?” 

You looked up at him and shook your head, “I’ve seen and watched her grow up in school. Mai was very introverted and was scared of people. The only teachers she would talk to were Rosho and I. If it’s her friends, then it would only be Hitoya’s daughter. She would do the talking, Mai would only gesture.

Honestly, I thought she was mute. Mai never talks in class. Her friend would describe her voice but I was very happy when I first heard her voice.” 

You leaned your head on Jakurai’s shoulder and continued, “Everyday Mai would cry when it was time to go home. But that everyday turned less and less. That was when I noticed that she went numb. There was no light in her eyes.”

Mai’s face was peaceful as she rested in her father’s arms. Your eyes showed empathy for her, “I knew that something was wrong at home. Rosho and I did everything we could to protect her. Hifumi and Doppo as well whenever one of them would come and pick her up. That woman would accuse them of being kidnappers. 

She said nasty things to your friends in front of Mai. No matter what I did to try to protect Mai, she was already tainted with poison.” 

You gripped Jakurai’s hand tight, “I’m sorry, Jakurai. I couldn’t protect her well back then. I was just her teacher.” You could feel your own tears finally fall down to your cheeks. “Jakurai, I was very happy when she started to call me ‘mom’ outside school grounds. I was very happy that she openly told me of her feelings, I was even happier to see that genuine smile on her face whenever she was told that she did well.” 

Jakurai listened to your words. It made him hold onto Mai tighter. When he was still with his ex-wife, he had noticed earlier on that after Mai’s birth, she was underfed. Mai’s cries every night made him scared that one day he would never be able to see her again whenever he had night shifts. 

She was being cared for by Hitoya's family for a while as Jakurai already had suspicions towards that woman. He regretted letting his dear daughter suffer at home. There were even days she was left alone at home without his knowledge.

He looked down at her in his arms. You could see that his eyes showed regret and self-loath. You placed a hand on his cheek, making him look at you in the eyes. You smiled, “Don’t blame yourself, honey. She’s happy now. All you need to do is just to be by her side. She is our treasure, right?” 

Jakurai placed his hand on top of yours that was on his cheek. He nodded in agreement, 

“She is.”

His mind wandered as he recalled during the days when Mai was younger. He never once heard her complain nor ask why her birth mother never smiled at her. 

“Because papa is always with me~” “Because papa would always play with me~”

“Because I know that papa loves me~” 

Those were the few words he could recall. Whenever Mai was asked which parent she loves most, she would pick him over her birth mother. At home, she would be neglected by that woman. But he would always come to feed her, tell her that she was loved. 

‘But that wasn’t enough…

I’m sorry, Mai…’ 

‘I promise that I’ll always protect you, my dear.’

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Requests are still open, but I'll only start writing them after my exams finish. I hope you enjoy.

[darisugawa]

❝ Sorry I, uh… Walked in on your alone-time. I swear I didn’t see much. ❞ for uhhhhhhhhh Jakurai he deserves to get his meat beat

so yeah this one’s another Long One and it took me 84 years a;sldkfjAS;DLKFJ 

but tbh shoutout to @theempresskaizer who left like the nicest tag dump under my samatoki fic bc it gave me the Encouragement to finish this scenario for jakurai thank u

ANYWAY UH… this is phone sex just. straight up. so very dialogue heavy LOL

Negative Numbers

          ↪ Jakurai/Reader

Jakurai doesn’t consider himself a man of many indulgences.

He could make many excuses as to why that is, whether it’shis schedule, his lack of desire, his priorities–anything. There’s along list of things that come before his own pleasures that he has sorted downto a particular science and he’s too meticulous to stray from it at this pointin his life. Or perhaps he’s just getting old–too stubborn to strayfrom habit to fix what’s not entirely broken.

The only problem is that his current predicament might be inneed of fixing, given that it’s not the first time he’s had to deal withit in just the past two weeks.

Jakurai sighs to himself, having woken up from another dream–sovery unlike him, as seeing things in his sleep only ever means bad news.They’re not like the nightmares, at least, but he wonders if they’re worse.There is tea to drink and syringes to fiddle with when he is restless frombattle-hardened memories, but there is no quick fix to longing,indefinite as it is. Matters of the heart are confusing andfrustrating–incomprehensible and without reason. Jakurai dislikes problemsthat don’t come with decided formulas, even if he begrudgingly understands thathe’s no exception their inevitable nature.

He’d prefer it, at least, if that said longing took a moreshapeless, anonymous form. It’d be far, far easier if he didn’tassociate his desires with you.

Another sigh escapes him as he sits up, ever aware of the heatthat’s coiled up at his very core and how he strains against his pants.He’s not been a teenager for some time, but Jakurai is certain he’s notexperienced inane wet dreams in just as long. Faint images of animaginary you remain in his mind–your lips wrapped around his cock as you lookup to him, observing every reaction he gives you. The thought isn’t nearly assatisfying when he’s lucid, as the feeling ghosts along him instead ofactually providing anything of substance. Jakurai drags his legs over the sideof the bed and puts his face in his hands with a groan. He will have to takecare of this, even though a small part of him loathes putting the effort into asolution that will only last him a short while.

The clock reads 2:17 AM.

As it turns to 2:18, his phone rings.

Jakurai doesn’t bother to check the name before quicklyanswering it, hoping that maybe whoever it is may have more importantmatters to distract him with. Perhaps it’s Ichiro-kun, who’ll apologize for thelate hour but insist he needs some over-the-counter suggestions for one of hisbrothers… He considers Doppo-kun, but realizes he’d more likely be trying tosleep at this hour. Hifumi-kun should be at work, and–

“Oh, Jakurai-san? I didn’t think you’d answer at this hour.”

… Ah. This is quite the predicament.

“… It’s not very common,” he grunts out, cursing his ownluck that the very source of his distractions is just on the other end of theline. The sound of your voice sends a shiver down his spine and Jakurai pincheshis own thigh, as if reminding himself to keep his composure.

“You do sound like you’ve just woken up,” you say,sounding a little guilty. “I apologize if–”

“No,” he says, too hasty, before he shakes his head,trying to get rid of the haze. “No, I was… already awake. It’s no trouble. Whatwas it you wished to call me for?”

“You asked me for those documents a few days ago, remember?I’ve finally gotten them gathered and organized, so I figured I’d leave you avoicemail since your phone is usually off at these hours.”

“Is… that right?” he asks, just barely able to wrap his mindaround what you’re talking about. Jakurai ends up focusing so much on the soundof your voice that he can’t even comprehend what you’re saying. Goodness.

“… You sound flustered, Jakurai-san,” you say, soundingsuspicious. He shivers again at the sound of his name on your tongue. “Did I…perhaps interrupt something?”

Ah. A direct question, as always. Jakurai clears his throat,caught off guard, but he knows that alone has given him away and he wonders ifyou have that curious smile turning your lips up at this revelation. Thesilence is heavy, but you wait for his answer patiently. He swallows.

“… Something like that, perhaps.”

“I see,” you say, humming to yourself on the other end. “Yetyou saw it fit to answer me right away, regardless? It makes me wonder of yourintentions, Jakurai-san.”

“Nothing unsavory, I can promise,” he insists. Not foranswering the phone, at least. “I was quite hoping for a distraction fromthis… issue of mine, actually.”

“Oh? Talking business to get your mind on other things?” youask, sounding as if you’re shifting your phone from one ear to the other. “Or…were you looking for another sort of distraction?”

Jakurai feels himself throb and uses all of hiswillpower not to curse aloud. “… Is that your offer?’’

“I wouldn’t mind. We’re good friends, aren’t we?” youinsist. “I’m a bit pent up myself… it could be mutually beneficial.’’

Mutually beneficial. It sounds so clinical, butJakurai wants to use it as a proper excuse for himself. Maybe it’s not right ofhim, but if he can rationalize he’s also helping you in the process,then he suddenly doesn’t feel so bad about it.

… Is he really so desperate that he’ll reach for anything?

“… What do you propose?”

“Hm… Will just my voice do for you?”

“Yes.”

He hears you giggle on the other end and he moves to leanback against his bed frame. This is shameless, he knows, but you areboth adults. You know him too well by now to offer him something like thiswithout knowing the consequences… of which there will be many in the aftermaththat you’ll have to talk about in extent. But just this once, Jakurai doesn’twant to consider the details–he just wants you to tell him what to do.

“Tell me then, good doctor,” you say and he hears the soundof a chair leaning back. “What were you thinking about before you picked up thephone?”

Jakurai wraps an arm around his stomach, gripping at his ownclothes. “… I was dreaming of that which I do not have.”

“And what would that be?”

He’s afraid to say it, but your gentle voice prods him,anyway. “… You.”

“Oh?” you ask, feigning surprise as you hum to yourself. Youknow exactly what you’re doing, but he’s not inclined to stop you. “That’s verycurious indeed… For you to be so riled up, I must’ve been doing somethinginappropriate, for certain.”

“… It is my own fault, to have imagined it that way.”

“Nobody’s blaming anyone, are they? I’m simply askingbecause I want to help, Jakurai-san…” you say with an even tone. “… Was it myhand? Perhaps my mouth you were thinking of?”

His hand starts to loosen its grip. “… Your mouth.”

You fake a gasp of surprise, but he doesn’t respond to itright away. “Really? You’d be so desperate for me to have a taste ofyou? Jakurai-san, I’m surprised…” You pause. “… Though I suppose being calleda god makes one long for someone to kneel before them.”

“… I’m no better than any man seeking the warmth ofanother,” he says, allowing himself to push his pants past his hips and lettingout a sigh of relief as he rids himself of restraint. “I wish to be nothingmore before you, if I may…”

“Before me? Jakurai-san, you must be joking.”

“You would need only to ask of me…” he insists, shivering ashe wraps a hand around himself, circling his thumb at the tip. “Call it worshipif you wish… I’ll confess at your altar, if only you’d be mine…”

“Dangerous words from a dangerous man, Jakurai-san,” yousay, thought you sound a little breathless. He wonders if he can have that sortof effect on you–if you long in the same way that he does. “Surely…I’ll let your words go to my head, if I’m not careful.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you,”–never to you–“So youneed not to worry… If it’s a god you wish to be, then I would make it so…”Jakurai starts to stroke himself then, sighing as he imagines your hand insteadof his own–smaller, more delicate.

“Do you always make such impossible promises?” you ask. “Itmakes me wonder what it is you expect of me…”

“I expect nothing,” he says, moving his hand in a twistingmotion. “Even if this is all you’ll give me in the end… I won’t be able tostop. I’m too far along to let go…”

He hears you sigh against his ear this time and he wondersif you’ve begun to touch yourself, too. The thought haunts him–the image ofyou messily half-dressed as you seek release with him, unable to experienceanything but your own touch. Do you wish his hands were on you instead, the wayhe does yours? Do you want him to unravel you, take you apart until you laybare beneath him in the same way?

“… You offer too much of yourself, good doctor,” you saywith a breathless laugh. “… Wouldn’t you prefer to be a little selfish? Letme take care of you…?”

He stutters out a quiet moan, speeding up his pace a little.“I dare not to hope for such things, you must realize…”

“Let me indulge you then,” you insist, your breath hitchingas you speak. “Though all you have are my words right now… You can ask mefor whatever you like, Jakurai-san.”

“… You’re all I want,” he admits, too caught up in his ownpleasure to reel himself back in. “These are desires only you could possiblysatisfy… I long only for what you and you alone can give me…”

He hears a moan from the other end and Jakurai slumps backfurther against his bed frame. You’re in your own throes of pleasure, allbecause of him and he can hardly stand that he’s not there to see ithimself. It’s quiet between you two for a moment, save for the sounds you shareover the phone, but you speak up again after a while.

“… Allow me to give you that,” you eventually tell him,short of breath and so, so close–or so he hopes. “If it’s just me youwant, then take it… I won’t stop you.”

“Please–”

“You can finish… just for me, Jakurai-san.”

For you.

His breath hitches when he feels himself spill over hishand, leaning back heavily as it trails down his knuckles. He calls your nameout in whispers, wishing so desperately that you might be here to kiss it outof his mouth. Jakurai doesn’t have such a luxury, so he at least settles forhearing you call out for him in turn as you reach your own high from the otherend. You share heavy breaths over the phone and he’s too content to want tomove from his spot, wanting to let the moment drag on for as long as possible.You’re the one who breaks the silence and he almost regrets it.

“… Was that what you were looking for, Jakurai-san?”

He doesn’t answer right away, gathering his thoughts. “…Did you mean it? When you said you wouldn’t stop me?”

You laugh in response. “As you would do the same, I wouldn’tlie to you.”

His shoulders relax and despite himself, he feels hopeful.“Perhaps my timing is terrible, but… may I see you tomorrow? We should… discusssome things.”

“Of course. I’d hate to leave you with just thoughts of me…I’m not so cruel, you know.”

“Only when you don’t feel like it,” he says, unable to helpthe chuckle that leaves his throat.

“I won’t be cruel to you, is what I mean,” you say,sounding indignant. “But… the hour is late. For now, you should rest… and wecan have our talk tomorrow.”

“… You swear it?”

“On my very soul, Jakurai-san,” you say. “I’ll come for you,worry not.”

He nods to himself, offering a hum of approval before hefinally bids you good night. You’ll come for him, you promised it, anddespite the mess he’s in, his worries are no longer there in the back of hismind.

Jakurai will see you tomorrow–perhaps things will be setback on the right path, then.

[askhypmic]

Hey does Jakurai know what a meme is -B.B. anon

h: “doppo and i usually just go along with it! we don’t see sensei smile enough, so we don’t want to ruin that!~”

d: “he even did the macarena….”

-Mod Hifumi

[pillow-anime-talk]

HEY BAE i just read ur 36. jakurai and im in love with him 🥺 can u do a 46. + jakurai with a female reader but like her first time receiving u know what 😏 if its not much to ask oc, thank you <3

# tags: scenario; current relationship; romance; fluff; smut; nsfw

warnings: mention of sexual activities, oral sex, hypersensitivity

includes: female reader ft. jakurai jinguji {hypmic}

author’s note: HEY, HEY, HEY!! and yes, i’ll do it with pleasure 8) thank you so much, love &lt;3

46. Kisses that are in places other than the face.

“J-Jakurai.” You whispered, and moments later you groaned again as soon as you felt a sweet kiss on the inside of your right thigh.

You closed your eyes a little tighter than necessary, and shortly thereafter you called the man by his first name once again, grabbing the white sheet between your fingers in the process. The thirty-five-year-old didn’t answer just like before, though, and instead bit into the soft skin on your leg while stroking the other, equally delicate one, very gently.

You felt terribly insecure and shy with the fact that for the first time in your life someone was between your legs and so close to your touchy spot. Of course, sex wasn’t strange to both of you; you and Jakurai did it more than once, that twice, and always when you wanted to do it and when you both had a moment of free time. Likewise, sucking his dick wasn’t unusual for you. To be honest, sometimes oral sex was more frequent than normal one. You loved doing it. You loved to surprise your boyfriend under his desk or in the morning before he even got up and please him in the least expected times to show him how much you love him, how much you want to take care of him and relaxed his body after working in the hospital.

The reverse, however, was different. You’ve never had a sexual partner before who also took care of your needs. It was like that until Jakurai showed you the true meaning of pleasure and about giving attention to the other person. He always asked you if you were feeling well, he always prepared your body properly with his long fingers, he relaxed you, kissed your forehead or hands. These were by far the most enjoyable hours of the day for the two of you.

“Ohhh.”

However, receiving oral sex from him was new to the two of you (especially you) and you didn’t know what to do; where to look, where to put your hands, what to say or say anything at all. Although you had to admit that the feeling of a man’s hot lips against your body was truly soothing and extremely pleasant. When he squeezed your hips, calves or bit the skin on your thighs, you had the impression that he was doing it with incredible, almost medical precision and tenderness. Therefore, due to these gentle gestures, you decided to look down and of course you blushed instantly as soon as your eyes met.

“I-It’s too much.” You admitted, and he merely smiled as he pushed his face away from your thigh and leaned forward a little, this time kissing your naked, soft stomach.

“I haven’t done anything yet, darling.”

“... It’s still too much f-for me.” You grunted, bringing another slight smile to his handsome face.

“I’ll do it slowly, okay?” You nodded uncertainly at his question, and a while later your eyes rolled back as you felt the first contact between his mouth and your own, sensitive place that no one had seen so close before.

[hypmic-writings]

Hi! It's me, this is my first (out of... two or three? I forgot what the max amount of requests was HAHAHA so I'll do two) request! May I request a Jakurai scenario with a Child!Reader who doesn't talk much, was never good at socializing since childhood and is very often in their room, but one day Jakurai finds out that his child is secretly a VTuber and finds out about their personality? Sorry if this is really long or something ahaha, also whether or not reader has siblings is up to you! :D

I know requests are closed but I wanted to add something for my first request that I didn't manage to (or forgot to LOL) add shusdisdas I just wanted to add that if the reader is gonna be part of a vtuber agency then the reader would probably need to be 18 or older since that's the age required to be a vtuber in an agency

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Pairings: Father!Jakurai x Child!Reader

Genre: Fluff; Comfort

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,533

A/N: This one was cute to write out! Jakurai would try to be such a good father, even if he found it difficult to connect with his kid. Hope you enjoy~

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Jakurai hung up his coat as he sighed, holding his keys in one hand and the notes that your school teacher had given him in the other. When they had asked him to come in for a parent-teacher conference, he didn’t know what to expect, but he wasn’t exactly surprised that it was a conversation regarding your social skills…or lack thereof.

Your teacher had been kind, simply wanting to know what your home life was like and what Jakurai was doing to help you become more social. Jakurai could only offer the small bits about trying to encourage you to have sleepovers or parties with your friends. You were 18 after all, and he wanted you to go out and learn as much about yourself as possible before you graduated from high school.

Despite all this, the teacher still encouraged Jakurai to get you to be more social, offering up information about the many clubs and teams available at the school. Jakurai didn’t have the heart to tell them that it was a bit too late for him to force you into joining a club.

Jakurai wasn’t the most overbearing father, but he was attentive nonetheless. He knew that you weren’t all alone because he often heard you talking in your room to someone or the other. Whenever he would ask you about it, you always brushed him away, saying that it was nothing or that it wasn’t important. You rarely had friends over, if ever, and you spent the majority of your days locked inside your room – something that oftentimes worried Jakurai.

At dinner that night, he brought up the meeting with your teacher, but you only hummed and shrugged, not having much to say about the matter. Jakurai was only getting more and more worried about your lack of communication with him. It had been something he overlooked when you were younger, but now that you were close to finishing your high school career, he wanted to be able to treat you like an adult – something that was hard to do when you wouldn’t share anything with him.

It wasn’t until a few days later that he discovered your secret.

Browsing through the mail, Jakurai tossed the advertisements and junk straight into the trash, but his hands froze when he found a letter addressed to you. A quick search was all it took to find out that the sender’s name and address was tied to a famous ‘VTuber’ community. Of course, this only confused Jakurai even more because he hadn’t the faintest clue about was a VTuber was, so he began his search in earnest.

All of the pieces began to fall into place – the reason you were so loud and boisterous when you were in your room, yet so anti-social and quiet around other people. Jakurai didn’t want to jump to conclusions without talking with you first, but it was quite obvious that you had taken up the mantle of a VTuber and were spending all of your days in your room ‘streaming’ and ‘making content’ (as the kids would say).

Later that night, Jakurai made his way to your room, knocking on the door softly.

“Yea dad, come in,” your voice called out. Your room was clean, much cleaner than it had been in the past, and Jakurai was quick to notice that you had pushed your desk to the far corner where the light from the window wouldn’t send any glares.

“Do you have a moment? Something in the mail came for you today,” Jakurai said, making his way into your room. You sprang up from your chair instantly and eagerly walked over to him.

“Really? Where is it? Can I see?” you asked. Jakurai couldn’t stop the surprise from showing on his face as your excitement became palpable. He had only seen you this way a handful of times and he hadn’t expected that a single letter would bring you such joy.

“Of course, it’s for you after all,” he said, a soft smile growing on his face as he handed you the letter. He noticed your hesitation, as if you were about to wait for him to leave, but when he made no move to do so, you couldn’t contain yourself and ripped open the envelope, reading through the contents and grinning with happiness.

“What does it say?” Jakurai asked, innocently. You twirled around to face him with a mixture of apprehension and excitement on your face. There was a moment of silence as you bit the inside of your mouth, trying to decide what to tell him.

“Um…nothing, it’s fine,” you finally said, averting your gaze. “It’s just something embarrassing,” you added, nonchalantly. Jakurai raised an eyebrow.

“Really? Because you seemed quite excited to read it and I would love to know what it says,” he encouraged, the smile still present on his face.

Unbeknownst to you, Jakurai wanted more than anything for you to share the news with him. You glanced back at him briefly, playing with the envelope in your hands until you finally hummed.

“Um…okay it’s like…it’s this video thing for games,” you started, suddenly very interested in your fingers and refusing to meet your father’s gaze. When you didn’t continue, Jakurai cleared his throat.

“Oh? Like that fancy YouTube site?” Jakurai said, trying to casually lead you on.

“Yea, kind of,” you said, taking a breath. You hated having to talk at all, especially when it was something you hadn’t shared with anyone else in your life, but this was your dad. You knew he was just trying to be supportive. “I make videos of myself playing video games, but instead of me, it’s this avatar I made,” you explained, rather poorly.

“Ah, I see,” Jakurai said, bringing up a hand to his chin in deep thought. “Do you play with other ‘avatars’?” he asked. A small smile rose to your lips as you turned to your dad.

“Yea, I’ve got a ton of friends and we stream together sometimes playing different games,” you said. “Everyone has their own avatars, so they’re all different,” you added, making sure that Jakurai understood.

“That sounds rather fun,” Jakurai stated, nodding in approval. “May I see your avatar?” he asked. You hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not to show him, but eventually you gave in and nodded, walking back over to your computer.

“Yea, sure,” you said, your heart pounding away in your chest. It was nerve-wrecking for you to share your interests with someone, even if it was your dad. Although, from the way he sounded, it didn’t seem that he was disappointed in you. In fact, he almost seemed rather proud.

You showed Jakurai your avatar, explaining everything you did as a VTuber and your streaming schedule and everything else you did. He listened attentively, nodding and humming every now and then in approval. The letter you had gotten had been your acceptance letter to be a part of a very elite VTubing platform that would give you the opportunity to advertise and collaborate with other creators.

“Dad…you don’t think this is weird, do you?” you asked, nervously.

You were avoiding his gaze again, not wanting to know what he was thinking. Jakurai was smiling though as he bent down to press a kiss on the top of your head and wrapping his arm around your shoulder to give you a small, side-hug. Despite how close the two of you were, it was rare for him to show you physical affection like this, and you quickly felt warmed and safe by his hug.

“Of course, it’s not weird, Y/N. In fact, I think it’s wonderful that you’re doing this,” Jakurai told you, smiling down at you.

“Really?” you asked, slightly surprised.

“Absolutely. I was so worried that you were feeling lonely or that you couldn’t find an outlet for your creativity, but I had no idea you were so popular online,” he said with a chuckle. “I just want you to be happy, sweetie, and watching you talk about all of this, well, it’s very clear that it makes you happy. You’re much more vibrant and expressive on these videos than I’ve ever heard you be before. I can tell you enjoy it, and I want you to be able to keep enjoying it.”

“Thanks dad…that really means a lot,” you said, feeling emotion burst in your chest as you smiled at him, hugging him back.

“That’s my job, Y/N. I want to support your passions, and I want to be there to help you with anything you need,” Jakurai said. His voice was sincere and it almost made you feel guilty that you hadn’t told him more about your hobby earlier. It was just so hard to express yourself with other people, but it was always so much easier through an avatar.

Regardless, you were happy that you had told him and were even happier that he accepted it.

“Okay. I promise to keep you more in the loop about this,” you said, nodding and pursing your lips together sheepishly. Jakurai patted your head as he nodded back.

“Good. Now show me how you made this avatar of yours.”

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