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[zoshkawrites]

dating with yotsurugi kou | headcanons | gender neutral

tw: none i think, the last part is 18+ so basically mdni

note: I wanted to write something about negai no astro and since I didn't see anything about kou, I decided to write about him.

toxic trait

anger. this is kou's way to deal with his complexes. kou is not a person who can always control his anger, sometimes he is going to pick about something totally irrelevant. therefore no wonder if he is nagging about things that are unimportant. in many cases, until he shows that he is annoyed, you won't even notice that there is a problem. so he's full of surprises; you are never sure what is going to make him angry.

love language

quality time & acts of service. he likes spending time with you. kou will put his phone away and turn his attention to you. you two talk to each other about everything; from how your day was to funny childhood memories. you both enjoy regular date nights. he will pick you up from your apartment, and then you will go to your favorite restaurants/spot, and he will pay for the dinner. "i have more money than you" kou always says this, which may seem like he is bragging about his money, but in reality he does not want you to struggle financially. (the perfect bf doesnt exis-)

sleeping together

when you sleep together, he always hugs your back and smells your hair. he likes the shampoo you're using, kou already associates this fragrance with you. when he accidentally wakes up during the nights he always looks to see if you have a blanket. in case you don't have, he covers you up, and then when he is rolling over to the opposite side, oopps, your side of the blanket is already hogged.

his favorite activity with you

of course, every morning you're the person who gels his hair. although sometimes you are lazy, he thinks you do it best. (once you used too much gel and then he scolded you)

you and the yotsurugi family

no, he doesn't like when you are around other yotsurugis. big no. once terasu said "how did this leech find such a pretty girl", since then kou doesn't want to see you around his family. kou is also the jelaous type of boyfriend, so he would always worry if you think that one of his brothers is more attractive compared to him and then leave him. kou hides it so well that you don't have a clue about these concerns.

bed

this boy likes being the dominant one usually. enjoys both rough and vanilla sex. he has that type of sex playlists dedicated to your time together. likes using pet names. these pet names vary from adorable such as bunny and princess to degrading like slut. he also gives me massive "let's make porn and watch it while we are dirty talking/masturbating" vibes. and when it comes to masturbating, he uses your photos when you are not around or while is waiting for you to show up at the club, where you can drink, dance, and yeah.

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stuck in an elevator with bonten! sanzu

tw: slightly claustrophobic, angst, fluff, depression, near death experience, thoughts of killing, suicide | english is not my native language

note: old fic, I've reread and changed it so many times that I now know when the characters talk lmao. seriously, it's so hard to edit something you've memorized.

You pressed the "17" button on the elevator and just as the door was about to close, suddenly a tall man with pink hair appeared in front of you. You fixed a gaze on him, analyzing the stranger over from head to toe: he was wearing a suit that looked expensive. The attractive men's perfume that was on his skin reached your nostrils, and danced there, giving you a short moment of pleasure. Obviously, this man was exceptional.

The mullet haired looked wealthy and to your surprise even handsome. You were so used to encountering unattractive men in expensive hotels that the sight of this pink-haired made your face to heat up. You moved a lock of hair behind your ear, and looked at the ground shyly. Even when with gaze on the floor, you felt a satisfied smile on the stranger's face. This feeling made you to look at him more closely and at that moment the eyes of both of you locked for a short second; he had two diamond-shaped scars at the corners of his lips.

You greeted him with a small and adorable smile, and made way for him to get into the elevator. You pressed the button of the elevtator, and a second later there was the sound of the door closing, and soon the tall man's back was pressed against the wall, right in front of the elevator's mirror.

An awkward silence appeared: there was still time for the elevator to reach from the first floor to the 17th floor, but now it seemed to be moving slower than usual. To distract yourself from the uncomfortable silence, you decided to check the time on your phone, just to put it back in your jacket later. This time your eyes fell on your shoes and examined them more carefully. Did they really had small geometrical patterns? You hadn't noticed until now. Then your eyes focused on the mirror that was placed on the wall and looked at your figure, admiring your own body.

“Ahh!” a soft male grunt reached your ear and grabbed your attention. The corners of your eye turned towards the stranger. Although the sound suggested he was bored, his face was beaming with a smile indicating that it wasn't born of happiness, but of boredom.

“Am I pretty?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the point he was focusing on.

“Pardon me?” you confusingly answered, not sure if the man was talking to you since you found his question strange.

"AM I PRETTY?"

"Are you talking to me?"

“Mirror, mirror on the wall…” now his eyes met yours and only then you did notice what color they were. "Of course, do you see another human being here?"

“Huh?” you were irritated by his answer “Don't you think it's weird to ask strangers if you're pretty?”

“Absolutely, yes!” the man added and immediately continued “But I'm bored and you look cute!”

"Oh," he had managed to grab your attention and at least kill the boredom a little "so you decided to ask a cutie like me for opinion?"

“Hmm!” he put his finger to his chin thoughtfully “I can ask you other questions too, but I think this is the more normal one. And this vertical car moves quite slowly!”

'Vertical car' you thought to yourself and it wasn't until a few seconds later that you realized he was talking about the elevator. You were about to nag at the odd word he had used, but the unexpected loud stop of the elevator caught your attention immediately. It was as if something large had fallen on top of this 'vertical car', stopping it from moving. And seeing that you were still on the 11th floor and that you were not moving at least a little, made the panic took over your body.

“W-what?” you stuttered in nervousness and looked around.

"What kind of other questio-"

“No, idiot!” you yelled at him and wondered if you should take something out of the bag and throw it at him. "The elevator is not working!”

The pink-haired rolled his eyes, "lame…" commented and added "at least I'm not alone, I have someone to keep me company." The blue-eyed scanned the walls as if they could solve the problem.

This made you look carefully at the elevator again and analyze the situation: your heart began to beat faster, panic caused sweat to form on your face; suddenly it was as if this 'vertical car' was much smaller than before and as if it could swallow you alive or spaghettify you like a black hole.

'Hey' you shouted first in your head, then your lips took control over your body: "HEYYY!!" screamed your lungs out.

You heared a small "tch" behind, which somehow angered you even more. The stranger was now sitting on the floor fixing his hair; his lack of panic infuriated you more and you wondered if you should slap him.

"Someone," you yelled and began punching the door noisily, "can you hear me?" You couldn't feel it from the adrenaline, but your knuckles were red. Soon your hands started to pain so much that you just gave up.

Confused and breathing fast, "aren't you scared" you asked the man who seemed too calm for such a situation.

“Huh? What should I fear?” instantly reacted to your question in confusion. For the first time he answered you not because of boredom, but because he was interested. "You've screamed so loudly that everyone heard us! And also, let me mention, that you are here. What should I fear when you are by my side?'

You looked back in annoyance at his confused face, wondering if God wanted to test you today: you either had to kill yourself or you had to kill this man. Although 3 minutes ago the first seemed more likely to you, now the scales were tilted towards the second.

“How come you're not afraid because I'm by your side?” you started breathing even faster, your heart about to skip a beat from the pink haired's composure.

"You will protect me!"

"Shouldn't you protect me, YOU'RE THE MAN FOR GOD!"

"LET'S CHANGE THE ROLES!"

"I AM GOING TO KILL MYSELF!"

"I HAVE A KATANA!"

"STOP!" you cried out and angrily punched the wall of the elevator, hoping someone would hear you. Although you were one hundred percent sure that the staff of this luxury hotel had found out about the problem, you still wanted to get out as soon as possible. "I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE!!!"

"Jesus." The stranger added, placing his hand over his face. He couldn't believe how much dramatic you were. And he thought he was the most dramatic person in the world. For example, once he wanted to buy a Ferris wheel, but he didn't know where to place it, and yet he had only complained to one of his friennds about it only 17 times.

You realized that there was no way to leave this place quickly. You checked the phone and saw that 13 minutes had already passed. You had calmed down, especially after hearing the alarms, and when staff members arrived to sole the problem. Also, Sanzu – that was the stranger's name – had added that the hotel belonged to a colleague of his, which meant that the problem would be solved even faster.

After a while - both of you hadn't noticed how much, you were sitting on the floor in thought. You from worry and Sanzu because of boredom. You knew the oxygen was limited, meaning you weren't supposed to speak, but suddenly a memory woke you from your sleep of thoughts.

He had a katana.

"How…" you began quietly, worried about using up too much oxygen "you have a katana?"

He looked at you "well…" Sanzu's blue eyes sparkled as if some memory had come up "it brings me good luck so I'm always with katana."

“Like…” you moved a lock of hair behind your ear “when someone attacks you, you kill them and stay alive. Is that the kind of luck you mean?'

"I like your way of thinking, we must be the same sign."

"I don't believe in zodiac signs."

"Same."

Instead of getting mad at him, you started laughing and clutching your stomach. Wrinkles appeared at the corners of your eyes; you started to like the kind of person Sanzu was. He was probably funny. It's just that the way you met was strange.

A few more strange conversations and you've realized around 15 minutes already passed. You noticed it before you even looked at your phone; it was just that the oxygen was decreasing and that was the clearest sign that time was really passing.

Sanzu didn't want to admit it but he really wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible. It seemed to him that he had been in this elevator forever, and inwardly he was glad that you were here to keep him company. Once he got out of this place, he was sure to have a 'good talk' with Ran.

Soon you both heard voices on the other side of the door suggesting that there were people who were really trying to do something after all. Apparently the blue-eyed man was right when he told that the hotel was owned by a friend of his, because the worried words “Sanzu, are you okay?” were repeated every few minutes. That question was lost in space when Sanzu finally screamed to be left alone.

"Y/N," you've h told him your name, "what are you looking for in this hotel?"

"Apparently, trouble." You answered slightly dizzy; the lack of oxygen was really starting to affect you. "What about you?"

“I have an important meeting, but I prefer yours!” he added without giving details and ran his fingers through his slightly sweaty hair. Yes, he needed oxygen too, but still continued to appear unfazed.

"You are too calm for an important meeting."

"The meeting should be worried, not me."

There was another dose of silence between you and the only thing that could be heard were the low voices on the other side of the elevator. You kept looking at the clock, counting every single minute and listening to your heartbeat. Sanzu, on the other hand, was staring at you, as if he was following your every move, unconcerned that you've already noticed it. This made you change your mind about him again – there was something about him that bothered you. He seemed to be smiling, but his aura radiated danger.

“Have you ever killed someone?” the pink-haired decided to kill the silence between you again, not worrying about the oxygen.

His question caught you off guard; your head was starting to hurt and you felt like you were drunk. You managed to hide your astonishment perfectly and found the courage to look him straight in the eyes as if trying to see what was behind them.

“No, but I've wanted to kill many times.” Admitted without feeling any regret. You had friends, classmates, exes, and employers you wondered if you should kill, but the logic always prevailed over your anger.

You wanted to kill and eat that anger, but it often got stuck in your throat, causing you to throw up harsh words and insults.

"Huh..." Sanzu placed his hand on his face and it was as if some memories flashed through his eyes like a film strip. He wondered what your reaction would be if he told you that he wanted to kill, that he had killed, and that he had seen murders and suicides. It was as if he had to meet the cruel face of fate even in his childhood, and your slightly angry eyes reminded him of his war. But he had chosen this life himself.

'Why do I feel like this…' he wondered and felt how dry his throat was, 'it's all because the oxygen, fuck.'

"What a-about you?" you asked with a coughing, although you were worried from the answer. What would you tell your friends when you got out of the elevator: that you've been stuck or that you've been stuck with a killer?

"Do you really care about the answer or are you asking this question just to keep the conversation going?"

“I don't owe you anything, including a conversation.” You admitted and wiped the sweat from your temple. "Just want to know."

Another silence followed, but this time more awkward than the others. Its roots were not in lack of topics of conversation or concern, but more in confession. There was a difference between conscious and unconscious sin. And didn't you feel afraid of his answer? He could suffocate you right here and now, and then say you died from lack of oxygen.

“Do you think we really live?” he continued with a philosophical question, but now it was your turn to remain thoughtfully silent.

You remembered of all the times you wanted to kill yourself, but didn't have the strength to do it. You didn't have the strength to fight, but you had the strength to survive.

What could you have said to him? If you had asked him the same question staring into his eyes, what would he have told you?

"..." you decided to be silnet. Maybe because you were already too dizzy or because you didn't know exactly what to say.

"I don't think that everyone lives." But Sanzu didn't see a problem, and he even liked seeing people lose the sparkle in their eyes; something that would soon happen to you too.

“Hmm…” you mumbled, your voice sounding like a lullaby. You looked at the ceiling of the elevator and it seemed too blurry. You felt running out of oxygen.

The pain in your chest grew, and your coughing increased. Your hand instantly touched your chest as if to kill the pain, but it was getting worse.

“Hey!” you felt Sanzu standing up and pulling you closer. His eyes met yours, but it was too hard for you to read the emotions in them because of your blurred vision. But his voice suggested that he was worried.

“Damn, f-finally” you muttered with a small smug smile and cough and felt his hands brushing against your cheeks, “finally, you are worried.”

"You were going to protect me, weren't you!" the concern in his voice grew even more.

"I didn't promise anything like that…"

"But I don't want to stay here alone…" he said it so quietly you couldn't hear him. It was as if he was experiencing deja vu; he had never been stuck in an elevator before, but the thought of being alone in that place and dying all alone scared him.

His breathing quickened, “Ran!” Sanzu screamed with all the oxygen left in his lungs. It seemed to him a better idea to die with you, together, than him facing death all alone. The pink-haired's heart was beating fast, but he couldn't tell if his body was begging for drugs, or if it sensed that death was near for him too.

“Hah!” he laughed, feeling a tear fall from his blue eyes, which soon reached the sweat on your temples. "Is this going to be my end..."

You, on the other hand, couldn't tell if you were already hallucinating or if this was actually happening. Your eyes had given up the fight and were now just closed, but your mind was still alive. Your mind was telling your mind that it should stay awake.

Was this the moment of your death? Is that how it was going to happen? Away from your apartment, in the company of a stranger.

You felt a drop on your temples, touching your warm sweat. It was like a cool shower after a hot summer day.

'Is it raining?' you thought, 'am I outside already?'

You looked up at the ceiling of the elevator with the only strength that was left in your muscles, just to see a dark blue sky preparing to pour out all of its feelings with thunder and stormy rain. The aggressive wind caressed your body. You liked the sight and decided to keep your eyes on the sky; it was as if you you'd never see such a view ever again in your life.

Suddenly, you felt a large tree in front of you, which seemed to be hugging you with its branches. It might be a good idea to sit under it and watch the rain.

A stone appeared in your chest; it weighed so much you didn't want to breathe anymore.

'You are dying'

You felt a searing pain in your lungs. They were ready to burst.

'You are dying'

You couldn't decide if you were fighting for your life or if trying to breathe would have made you worse. The dark blue sky and the big tree were still visible, and they weren't going to disappear anytime soon. The pain increased so much that your hand grabbed a branch of the tree, hoping it would help. 'What's wrong with me?' Yet you didn't feel any worry.

The rain stopped. The pain in your chest disappeared and the scent of the tree reached your nostrils and danced pleasantly in your chest.

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷

"QUIT SMOKING!"

"I SWEAR I DON'T SMOKE!"

"THEN WHY YOU SMELL LIKE VAPE, EW!"

"BECAUSE OF MY BEST FRIEND!!!"

It wasn't the life you expected to have. If someone had ever told your little self that you would meet the father of your child in an elevator, you would have laughed with all the oxygen in your lungs.

"Then stop seeing her!" Sanzu ordered, his eyes looking at you so cold and serious that you could have frozen in place. But you felt no fear.

"But she's-"

"Did I stutter?" he approached you, his pink hair wet, Sanzu had promised to take you to a restaurant tonight to celebrate your pregnancy together. “You know you're not supposed to be around smokers.”

Ever since the elevator accident had happened, you had been having problems with your lungs.

"Yeah, yeah, that's enough!" you pulled him closer and embraced him with the warmest hug.

"No, I'm serious Y/N, you really smell like vape!" he scolded you, but still kissed your lips quickly and gently.

"Alright, I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes!"

"I am coming with you!" he returned your hug and this time kissed your neck.

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Discussing Negai no Astro - Chapter 4

Religion - Buddhism/Asura

Both Kuran and Kou have half of Asura tattooed on their forearms. The Sanmenroppi security branch’s logo and Ikebukuro headquarters are also a resemblance of the demigod.

I did some research, and came across this line of text I find very interesting, regarding Kou, and the inferiority he feels when compared to others.

In the earliest Vedic literature, all supernatural beings are called Devas and Asuras. Each Asura and Deva emerges from the same father, share the same residence, eat together the same food and drinks, and have innate potential, knowledge and special powers in Hindu mythology; the only thing that distinguishes "Asura who become Deva" from "Asura who remain Asura" is intent, action and choices they make in their mythic lives.

"Asuras who remain Asura" share the character of powerful beings obsessed with their craving for wealth, ego, anger, unprincipled nature, force, and violence. Further, in Hindu mythology, when they lose, miss, or don't get what they want (because they were distracted by their cravings) the "Asuras who remain Asuras" question, challenge, and attack the "Asuras who became Devas" to loot a portion of what the Devas have and the Asuras do not.

In Buddhist mythology, the Asuras are said to experience a much more pleasurable life than humans, but they are plagued by envy for the Devas, whom they can see just as animals perceive humans.

Take that text of information as you will. I hope you can understand my point without me having to explain further than this lol.

Does Kuran have a Astro?

Personally, I’m thinking he either does not have an Astro, or he doesn’t want to admit he has one.

Astros are given to people who held onto something precious, and made a wish. Kuran doesn’t really seem like the type of person who makes wishes, or gives into sentimental notions like that.

If he does have an Astro, he’s probably keeping it a secret so he doesn’t have to use it on Kou. When Kou challenged Kuran to fight for branch leader, had he known Kuran also had an Astro, he would surely make him use it so he could win in a ‘fair fight’.

I definitely think Kuran let Kou win for multiple reasons. 1, he doesn’t want to seriously hurt his younger brother, he’s too kind for that. 2, as an older brother, he’s kind of just letting Kou do and have whatever he wants for the time being. More below lol.

Relationship between Kou/Kuran

As a big brother, I think Kuran feels it’s his role to support his younger brothers, not fight with them.

He doesn’t think it’s right to ‘put them in their place’ or anything like that. Instead, he thinks it’s better if he supports them, forgives their misdeeds, and protects them if they get in over their heads. Even when Kou says dehumanizing things, like calling Kuran “my little security robot.”/ treating him like a winnable object; Kuran doesn’t take it personally, since Kou finally has confidence in himself …

I think Kuran might spoil Kou because he knows how insecure Kou is in being the youngest sibling, with nothing to his name.

Kuran understands that Kou is becoming power hungry, but he doesn’t see a harm in it as long as he is still around to pick up after the messes.

The Lighter that Kou made his wish with. This can be speculated as headcanon now, but I think Kuran gave Kou this lighter, encouraging him not to give up on becoming stronger, even if he feels weak now. It just seems like a good older brother thing that Kuran would say to ease his little brother’s insecurities.

And just as he said, Kou did become stronger. So to encourage Kou into realizing he isn’t the same weakling he was before, Kuran purposefully lost to him. Beating Kou would only crush his confidence and put Kou right back to square one:( as a supportive older brother, Kuran simply can’t do that.

That was pretty much the bulk of what I wanted to say about the most recent chapter; if anyone would like to add anything, go ahead! ^.^

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yuzuha comforting you after a breakup

tw: angst, english is not my native language, not edited

small note: dedicated to my best friend. sometimes i love you more than myself.

"i bought this red lipstick for a man i had a crush on, but in the end, I liked the lipstick more than him" yuzuha handed you the lipstick so you could see it better.

you were in your house, showing each other your makeup. ot was the blonde's idea and olan of her goal to distract you from what had just happened. until a minute before, she had been talking about her expensive mascara, subconsciously trying to tell you, "your mascara is more important than the man who broke your heart." you had to be honest with yourself for once; you were eternally grateful that your best friend was comforting you at this late hour. how ironic life was; she introduced you to him, she comforted you about your breakup. maybe this was the true friendship that seemed to exist in the pages of books, in the cool songs of teenage singers.

"yes, it's beautiful," you already felt your tears drying up.

"do you want to try it on?" she asked, and before you could answer, Yuzuha was already rummaging through your closet to hand you the mirror. this girl not only knew you and what could comfort your heart, but also your belongings and where they were.

you grabbed the mirror and put some of the red lipstick on your lips, not caring if you were overlining.

"hey!" she immediately grabbed the mirror out of your hand, "try to apply it better!"

'is it so hard for her to realize that she should feel beautiful?' the blonde thought and started to apply the lipstick on your lips.

"so..." she began to explain, grabbing your chin with one hand and applying the product with the other. "don't tell me you forgot how to put on makeup because that jerk wouldn't let you use makeup."

"i just don't think I'm in the mood to wear makeup right now," you admitted, not expecting any comment in return. it was as if you surrendered to autoplay, responding to a void like a robot.

yuzuha put the lipstick down; now your lips were as rosy as an apple and the redness of your eyes had begun to disappear. without needing any reason you felt better.

"just tell me, is it worth crying over things you can't change?" the blonde said, a motherly instinct in her voice, as if she were comforting not a friend, but her child.

"m-maybe I'm crying..." you tried to cover your stutter and reached for the mirror, "because I can't change things."

you looked in the mirror and liked the way her lipstick looked on your lips. like a gentle kiss a mother would give after telling a long fairy tale.

"if you couldn't change it, then it wasn't that much important!" she scolded you, wondering what else to show, so she can distract you.

yuzuha sighed and rested her head on her hands, her eyes glued to the floor.

"it is enough that you tried to change things, and that you believed it would happen. now stop playing with fate. Don't fight with it. let your heart and mind rest. they need it, don't they?"

the blonde had acted like that before; as if she cared about your battles and your fears as much as you did. but since when could she say such words that could embrace your heart?

apparently, friendship is more serious than love. a man may get your attention because of his money, because of his passion, but friendship exists because you both depend on each other.

"that's enough..." she muttered and looked at you. you didn't show it, but you were still sobbing, and the tears seemed to eat away your eyes.

you remembered one of your old pictures when you were a little girl; holding a beautiful bouquet for march 8th and a bright smile was on your face. when you thought of that picture, you wanted to cry and scream even more. did the girl in the picture deserve it? was it your fault that that girl no longer smiled?

just as you were about to burst into another bitter cry that was making your head ache, you felt warm hands on your back. the one side of your cheek was touched by yuzuha's curls; before you realized it, you were already in her embrace.

and it felt beautiful.

it was like you were a little bird learning to fly. and after a long lesson on a summer day, you were back in your cozy nest with your mother and father.

perhaps there was no point in holding back the tears. if your soul wanted to cry, there was no point in stopping your body.

"give your inner self the relief it needs more than this man," you remembered your best friend's words and began to cry peacefully in her arms.

the pain was still there, you could still feel the agony, but it was different when you shared it. it made you feel light for no reason at all.

"you know," the blonde began, her hands on your back, sending pleasant shivers down your entire spine, "if you need a shoulder, I am here. and remember, when a loved one touches your shoulder, you don't feel it as burden, you feel it as warmth."

maybe our soulmates weren't our romantic partners. maybe our soulmates were our best friends.

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can I please request a umemiya nsfw headcanon 😣

of course ! everything for best boy Umemiya !

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NSFW Headcanons 🍂

- Umemiya

• The first time you two did it, it was once while coming back from class. You invited him to work on your common assignment, but after some hours you went to watch a movie. You ended up laid down on the couch, Umemiya over you, kissing you as he held your hips. Quickly, you two were naked, your legs on one of his shoulders as he was inside you. It was a bit awkward but always sweet, as he knew how to not make you uncomfortable. You both managed to orgasm that time, which Umemiya is still proud of to this day.

• After this first time, you do it around once to twice a week, at your home or his, mostly his as you wouldn’t be annoyed by anyone coming in. You usually do it on the couch or in his room, but it happens that he wants a quickie and takes you on the kitchen counter.

• Umemiya is dominant, he doesn’t really like you being on top. Exception if he can control you, or if you are a brat. Because he will always end up have the control.

• He’s mostly sweet during sex, always kissing you and hugging you, making sure you know how much he loves you, how much he finds you beautiful, how much effect you have on him.

• But sometimes, he gets.. wild. Usually when he has a bad day, or just pent up stress to release. He can pin you down on whatever surface, his kisses transforming in bites as he penetrates you harder, or get you on your knees to suck him off. Even if he is rough, he would never force you to anything. But if he knows you’re okay with it, he might give into slight CNC play.

• He likes to give head as much as receiving it, as he loves watching you squirm as he eats/sucks your soul out of you. This man is skilled with his tongue, as your hands tangle in his white curls.

• He likes simple positions, but will not say no to try out some more weird ones. But as he’s never really serious during times like this, it might get him laughing or cracking some jokes.

• After your sessions, he’ll always make sure that you can shower and eat something, or get some rest if you need it. He will thank you, apologize if he had been rough, and give you much deserved kisses.

Here you go, hope you enjoyed it <3

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— the ties that bind

I just needed to get this out of my system, because after catching up to Wind Breaker I got this idea in my head and I just hope it makes some form of sense outside the horny.

Endo would offer anything to Takiishi to make him happy, including you.

Pairing: Endo Yamato x Takiishi Chika x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, angst, toxic!unestablished relationship, power dynamics if you really squint, threesome, one!sided feelings (on yours and Endo’s part), dirty talk, m!masturbation, fingering, double penetration (cock and fingers in your pussy at the same time), creampie, cum eating, cunnilingus.

Word Count: 2.4k.

You’re not even sure if Takiishi truly loves you, or whether you’re just another pawn in his sadistic game of chess. Manipulating you would be easy anyway when you’re so desperately in love with him.

“You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” His thumb tugs at your bottom lip as you instinctively tilt your head, pathetically offering yourself to him as always. The option is his to take, his decision as always, “Anything.”

“Yes, Chika.” And perhaps he likes you because you always tell him exactly what he wants to hear.

Takiishi smiles at that and indulges you. Taking pity on you this time as he leans down to capture your lips in a fiery kiss, cradling your jaw in one of his palms as you feel yourself leaning into his touch. You like it when he’s like this— it allows you to trick yourself into thinking everything is copacetic.

“Is that good?” His lips curl into a smug grin against your lips. Already certain of the answer, though he’d never want you to lie to him.

And it is good, the lustrous euphoria that clouds your thoughts and leaves you in a delirious stupor. His balls are snug against the swell of your ass as he works to carve your cunt into the shape of his cock. Grinding against you as the coarse hairs at his base tickle your clit and have you clenching around him, sharp nails digging into the base of his skull as you pathetically writhe beneath him.

“Oh, fuck,” You sound out, chasing his lips. His mouth swallows the sound as he repeats the motion, delighting in the way your walls clench around his cock, “Chika.”

Takiishi pulls back to watch you now, drunk enough on the pleasure that crystalline tears clump in your thick lashes and your lips pout in a needy whine. The sight is completely debauched as he reaches out to palm one of your bouncing breasts, catching your nipple between his index and middle finger as he squeezes softly.

“You really are perfect, huh?” He continues, shaping his hand against the curve of your chest, grunting when you clench around him in response.

He’s like a drug, intoxicating and so damn addictive that you can’t stop yourself from coming back for another hit. His hands scorch your skin as he palms your breast, rutting into your warm cunt as his cock curves towards that sweet spot inside you.

He’s nothing like the man that everyone else gets to see, the strongest man in Furin's history. When you have him like this it’s easy to convince yourself that he’s something more— this soft side reserved just for you as he holds you in his arms and tells you he loves you. Except, he’d never say those words to you, would he?

“Told ya she was,” Endo smirks from behind you, and you’re brought back to your sickening reality.

It’s his fault you’re like this, after all.

“I thought she’d make you happy.” He scoffs, and you’re reminded of your stark reality, the real reason why you’re here, “I picked a good one, huh?”

Takiishi doesn’t answer, but instead gives another rough thrust into your tight cunt. Enough to have you crying out as Endo shamelessly flops down on his side onto the bed beside you, resting his head on his palm as he reaches out to pinch one of your taut nipples. His cock bounced from the movement as you noticed the globs of pre beading at the engorged tip, an angry pink that flushed down the length of him. Swollen balls, bulky and ready to give everything they’ve got to give to the man in front of you. Endo wrapped a calloused palm around his cock as he gave himself a lazy pump, smearing the opaline moisture along his length for lube as he pressed his thumb against his slit.

“She was a good choice.” Takiishi grunts, readjusting himself as he curls his hands beneath your thighs. Changing the angle as your walls clench around him, admiring the scars and welts that pucker against his chest.

And Endo delights in the praise, as though it was directed towards him. When the saccharine look in Takiishi’s eyes told otherwise— his softened irises almost convinced you that he cared.

It’s always been difficult to ascertain when he’s being deceptive but just as he enjoys playing this twisted game, you’ve started to play too. Like a pawn whose only task is to protect the king, you’ve set your pieces up to guard your heart. Terrified to admit to him how you feel, although you’re certain he can tell. He’s always been perceptive, after all.

“I’d do anything for you,” Endo continues stroking his cock, squeezing his palm around the girth of it, “You know that.”

And once again, that’s your stark reminder that none of this is real.

Takiishi had told you he cared for you before. One night below the stars when you were alone together, sharing a split bottle of whisky as you felt the breeze whip at your ankles. He’d only allow himself to be vulnerable when there was no one else around, no distractions. Or as vulnerable as Takiishi was capable of being, you supposed. But you wondered if he’d say the same to Endo when he was in the same position, all doe eyes and soft smiles as he cups your beating heart in a calloused fist and squeezes tight.

Endo always said Takiishi was a blazing inferno that consumes everything it touches indiscriminately, without a care for others. And that was probably why you’d both be going down in the blaze. Fooling yourself into believing that you would be able to avoid the fire when you should’ve known it was destroying you from the inside.

“You like that?” Takiishi murmured, “You like me fucking you into the shape of my cock?”

But maybe you were just as sadistic as them, indulging in the pain laced with such frivolity. Letting them use you however they see fit, under the guise that they actually care about you— that they love you.

“Yes,” You whined, trying feebly to match his pace. Wanting to prove to him that you were the right choice, that you’d do anything to make him happy. It disgusted you how much you’d bend your back to appease him, how much you were willing to give of yourself to receive next to nothing in return. You could only blame the pleasure clouding your mind for so much before the lusty fog cleared to a haze of realisation.

“Good girl.” He liked that answer, he always did.

Takiishi rewarded you with a particularly harsh thrust, as he pulled his hips back enough to drag his drenched cock from your silky depths before plunging it back in with a sudden rut.

“Her pussy sounds so fuckin’ wet.” Endo smirked at the lewd sound that filled the room, “She’s so noisy.”

“You always take me so well,” Takiishi murmured so softly, you’d mistake it for kindness. Smoothing a palm against your pelvis as he felt for his cock inside you.

“Yeah, and she likes it,” Endo scoffed, “Just look at her— you like being stuffed full, huh?”

He reached down to press two tattooed fingers against your puffy clit as you gasped in pleasure. Arching your back into his touch as Takiishi continued his rough pace, fucking you higher up the mattress from the ferocity of his thrusts as his red hair cascaded around him.

“Bet Chika’s stretching you out,” His fingers continued lower, spreading into a V on either side of Takiishi’s cock as they squeezed softly. The heel of his palm was now flat against your clit as you watched Takiishi’s eyes roll in pleasure, manicured nails digging into the plush of your thighs as he sought his high.

“This is the best gift yet, right Chika?” Endo grins, “Isn’t she the best gift?”

“Yeah,” Takiishi smiles down at you, and it has you falling even deeper, “You did good.”

Endo practically keened at the praise, a garbled sound akin to a whine slipped past his lips as slender hips bucked into his closed fist. And while Endo would say Takiishi is the king in this twisted game, you know him better. He’s like a rook, moving straight across the board to strike down every dispensable shield you’ve placed to guard your heart as he gets in through a hole in your defences.

“Fu-uck,” Endo groaned when he began to press two of his tattooed fingers into your warm, wet cunt above Takiishi’s cock. Feeling the stretch between your thighs as you writhed against tousled sheets, immediately clamping down in defence.

“Relax.” Takiishi smoothed a palm along your sternum, feeling the harsh doldrums of your heart as though on command you released the breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.

Feeling Endo wiggle his fingers inside you with glee as the pair moved in tandem, calloused pads hitting the spongy spot inside you with each flick of his wrist as the blunt head of Takiishi’s cock carved your insides into the shape of him.

“You’re so big, Chika,” Endo continued, a groan vibrating low in his throat as he felt you tighten around him, “Are you gonna cum?”

The question wasn’t directed at you but the coil inside you wound tight, leaving you teetering on the edge of your bliss as you waited for something to have you free-falling.

“Shit,” Takiishi rasped, practically curled over you as his hips jerked, his pace faltering as he felt the pleasure building between his thighs.

“Fuck,” Endo growled, a toothy smile spread against his cheeks as he pressed harder against your g-spot, “Fuckin’ cum for me.”

It wasn’t directed at you, but the command had you convulsing, dipping into a high crescendo as you met your climax. Your walls fluttered around the two men as pleasure consumed you. White spots blurred your vision as you barely made out the feeling of Endo ripping his fingers from your warm cunt and moving his hand, still soaked with your slick, to Takiishi’s heavy balls. Moulding them beneath his fingers as he worked to push him over the edge, sitting up on the mattress to get a front-row seat at the debauched view in front of him.

Takiishi was wordless as he came, a guttural grunt forced from deep in his chest the only sound as he fisted the sheets on either side of you. Endo’s hand still milking his balls as he pumped white, hot spurts of cum inside your spent cunt, coating your velvety walls with his release.

“You’re so pretty when you cum.” Endo cooed, watching as Takiishi pulled out of your pulsing hole. His cock glistened with your essence as you left creamy pearlescent rings around the base of his cock.

Takiishi pulled back to assess the gape he’d left between your thighs, watching your hole pulse as it pushed some of his spend out of your abused hole. His cock bobbed in the air as he readjusted himself, reaching out to swipe two fingers against your messy folds to push his load back inside you. Offering the digits to you after as he smoothed them against your glossy lips like a man offering someone a chance to sample the sweetest ambrosia. And you took it gratefully, rolling your tongue around his fingers as you tasted the bitterness of him.

“Clean her up,” Takiishi commanded, pulling his spit-soaked fingers from your mouth as he wiped them against the side of your cheek, “Then you can have my cock.”

Endo gave his cock a final tug before moving his sticky hands to your thighs. Slipping his palms beneath the curve of your knees to manhandle you roughly, as though you were nothing more than a doll. And in reality, that’s exactly what you were— a toy for them to play with when they both got bored.

Your aching thigh held upright as he pushed your ass in the air, your back off the mattress as he pressed the flat of his tongue along your creamy slit. Collecting the cum that your fluttering walls had pushed out of you that drooled down towards your asshole as he cleaned you up.

“You taste so good,” He groaned, greedily pushing his tongue inside your stretched hole to slurp at the mixture Takiishi left behind as his nose nudged your overstimulated clit.

It wasn’t for your pleasure, it rarely was when it came to Endo and yet he still managed to have your eyes rolling back in a matter of minutes as you trashed against the dirty sheets.

Takiishi sat back to watch like he always did, his cock still half-hard and glistening with your slick. Just another part of the vicious cycle that you found yourself in, match after match in a sick game where he always came out as the victor.

Your hand flew out to card through Endo’s messy hair when you felt his teeth nip at your folds in his urgency, crying out as he shot you an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, baby,” He cooed, his voice laced with condescension, “I thought you could handle it.”

This wasn’t for your pleasure, it was for his. And yet he still had the coil inside you snapping as he forced you into another gratifying climax. Crying out as your entire body shook from the intensity, your nails stretching against his scalp as he pulled away with glee. Your juices drooled down his chin as he looked to Takiishi, not to you.

“It’s my turn now, yeah?” Endo licked his lips with glee, shamelessly ogling Takiishi’s cock, “You can fuck me, if you want—”

And once again you were reminded of the real reason why you were here, why Endo had picked you in the first place. Another twisted idea is to try and give Takiishi the best time of his life. To prove his love and devotion to a man who would never give him the same kind of reward.

The cloudy lust-filled haze that shrouded your mind now transforms into an almighty storm that has thunder and lightning crashing down around you. Ruining the perfect fantasy you’d concocted and convinced yourself was real.

For now, you were just another player in their sick and twisted game. Because they both want everything from you, but they give you nothing in return.

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Art by Yuming Li

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idk who needs to hear this but,,,every piece of fandom content you make should be self indulgent. you should be creating because it gives you happiness and nothing less. you aren't a machine meant to only give to other people. the enjoyment should always come before the validation.

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Hiiiiiii!!! Just wanted to say, your theme is just neat, like an absolute eye candy it's just GORGEOUS!!!!! I thought i needed to let you know i love love love it, have a god day ^^

- sincerely, @sagephilosophie from my main blog <3

heyyy! thank you so so much, happy to know that you like it too! have a good day as well, kisses xxx

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OnStage

a/n: replacing y/n with yan/yannchan; I think it’s a cute alternative ~ please love kuran with me with this idea I’ve had in mind to write since day ONE♡

I was told reader has the same energy as Maxine from X(2022) … do with that as you will lol

part 2 in progress (?)~

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Blinking a few times to properly adjust the contact lenses you’d just put in, you watched the blurry vision of yourself in the mirror slowly turn into a clear image. Beautifully dolled up with lash extensions and not a strand of hair out of place. You’d had to admit, you looked immaculate.

Adjusting the last final touches of your lip liner and the thin straps of your outfit, you gave the duel image of yourself a wink and a mocking kiss before skipping toward the exit of the dressing room.

It was difficult to recall exactly how long you’d been working under the Yotsurugi, but due to your late father leaving behind such a massive debt, it fell to you to pay off the rest.

It wasn’t as heartbreaking as it sounded; adulthood wasn’t exactly as glamorous as you had imagined it would be, after graduating school. Finding work was hard— hard enough that even your own father with an already established career had to even lean upon the Yotsurugi family for financial support to help get by.

When he’d finally kicked the bucket, an accident that was surely his fault anyway, loan sharks from Ikebukuro became adamant on receiving their fair compensation. Obviously having nothing else to give them, you meekly offered to pay the debt off fairly, with good-old-fashion labor.

Luckily, the boss of the Yotsurugi’s Ikebukuro branch had been lurking behind, in case there had been any fall out. Having taken a good long look at you, he agreed to your offer with a weak wave to follow them.

It became clear you weren’t the only one who had been caught in this type of situation. While it was obvious the Yotsurugi were a big deal in the crime syndicate, they were evidently merciful. You heard from a few other girls working along side you that Kongo Yotsurugi had advocating for fair debt repayment with no interest. You were lucky it was them, and not some other shady loan-sharks who would kill you to settle the score.

And just as mercifully, you’d been offered a few different occupational options on how you could work yourself to freedom; dishwashing, waitressing, stage cleaner… but nothing payed quite as good as stripping.

It was your own choice to take the job. And even though you knew in the back of your mind it wasn’t really your choice, you were happy.

There was a joy; a rush of excitement and endorphins that made you absolutely shine on stage. The roaring cheers, the glittering lights and dancing rain of money every night truly made you feel alive.

You weren’t sure how much longer it would take to pay off your debt, but you couldn’t help wishing it would never end.

Having lost yourself in the pleasure of dancing once again, your chest heaved with deep breaths, heart beating a million times per minute. You smiled so wide, giggling to yourself when finally meeting eyes with some of your regular visitors. They were so happy to see you. And the feeling made you soar.

Waving a cutesy goodbye and a final shake of your ass to the roaring crowd, you skipped back behind the stage and accepted the water handed to you by another girl.

“You were amazing again today yanchan ~”

“I know right, she’s like a fairy with the way she spins around the pole! I’m so jealous~” another girl squealed, hugging you tightly and spinning you around.

“Aww thanks babes! Good luck out there Aya!”

You kissed the girl on her cheek before sending her off.

Over the course of your stay, you had made many close friends with the girls you worked with. Some came and went, but you always got along well with them all, and all the new girls came to view you as a big sister of sorts.

No matter how you got into this line of work, or how disgusting others may call you and your friends, you were living a life where you were finally happy. You felt fulfilled in the work you did, the people you worked with, the bed you slept in, and the food you ate. You never wanted for anything more.

Life was actually good.

Robing yourself in a cute short skirt and a puffy jacket, you came out to the VIP floor to order a quick drink before your next dance.

“Leeeeo~ drink pleeasse!~” you sang upon your arrival. The bar keeper looked your way, your cute display earning you a side smirk and a chuckle. “Even’in Yan. Good show just now, looking as brilliant as ever.” He complimented before picking through the liquor in front of him to conquer up your favorite weekday drink.

“I’d say,” added in a chuckling older gentleman sitting just a few seats over from where you sat. “Haven’t gotten this worked up by a dance like that before.”

You smiled at his sideways compliment, and lifted your newly gifted glass to the man. “Im happy you enjoyed it sir~ I hope to see you for my next dance.” You winked, and began scooting off the stool. Before your feet met the ground, the man had successfully grabbed your hand to stop you.

“Don’t bother, I know what you’ve got girl. And I like it. I’ll be sure to compensate you for all the money you’ll lose out on by skipping your next stage show. Come dance for me in a private room, won’t ya?” He looked down at you with a suggestive gaze. It wasn’t like he was bad looking, older men had their charm, especially the ones who frequented this night club.

But you weren’t interested in private dances. The glory of the job was the high you got from being on stage, not the money you got from it.

You smiled politely, confidently snaking your hand to play with his fingers, before sliding them out of his grasp. “Thanks for the offer baby, but I’m booked~ throw me a band on stage and I might indulge you in a drink and conversation once I’m done, ‘kay?~”

The gentleman narrowed his eyes, and toed down the stool, grabbing onto your forearm this time. “Not interested in seeing the same thing over and over again. Only way you’re getting my money is in a private room, catch me girly?” He grew closer, despite your trying to pull away. “I got lots of it. Enough to buy you out, if you please me well. Promise.~” he slurred in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Behind the bar, your bartender had already pressed the bouncer alert, acting cool. Clubs like these had rules—strict ones, after all.

You glared at the persistent man, loosing your gleeful attitude. “Not interested. I recommend taking that hand off me, ‘nless you wanna lose it, baby.” You spat sweetly back in his ear. The closeness sent shivers down his spine, but not with fear. He smirked at the excitement, thinking it was some kind of game. “I’ll take my chances.”

He tried pulling you with him, but before he has the chance to move a foot, a man with white hair and vibrant tattoos blocked the way. You immediately felt safe, heart pounding at the sight of your boss; Kuran Yotsurugi.

“Kuran!~” you sang happily, yanking yourself free from the older man, and hopped to hide behind your shirtless boss. “Sir didn’t wanna take no for an answer~” you pouted, but seemingly unphased, otherwise.

“And what was he asking?” He asked in monotone. “Wanted a ‘private dance’. Was giving me fuck-me eyes too… Made me feel grosss.” You answered, watching as the expression of the older man sink into fear.

“It wasn’t like that! She’s lying!” He groaned, trying to play it off as a misunderstanding. “Dancers these days are so full of themselv—-“ he began to ramble, before Kuran landed a solid right hook to the guest’s jaw. “Fact of the matter is you made one of my girls uncomfortable. That’s reason enough for me to kick you out.” Kuran squatted down to meet the man eye to eye.

“My girl said she said no, so the answer’s no. Simple. Understand?” He asked slowly, coming in close to make sure he was heard.

The man gulped, holding his face before nodding hurriedly. “I’ll be more careful in the future.” He accepted.

Kuran nodded back, and slapped the man on the back of the head before standing up. “You’re out. Don’t come back for a week. Make sure you learn your lesson, ‘n maybe then I’ll let you back in.”

Once all was said and gone, you giggled, clinging onto Karan’s arm. “Boss always comes to save the day~” you acknowledged, nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder before he sighs. He patted your head roughly, and pushed you off with barely any force. “Just maintaining the order ‘round here. Would’a done it for any of the other girls too.” He huffed. You nodded, perching into a bar stool again.

“I know~ that’s what makes me love my boss sooo much after all. He’s always so considerate and protective of us~ A hero, a man among men!” You rambled in praise, making a few of the other girls who came upon witnessing the scuffle giggle. “We all appreciate your hard work in keeping this club a safe place for us to work.” You sealed your long winded praise, and finished off the drink you ordered just minutes ago.

The other girls began to fawn in a similar fashion, thanking Kuran for his ruthless display of protection.

He clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at your rallied attention, and began walking away. “Shut up and get back to work.”

Despite his standoffish demeanor, you and everyone else knew just how good of a guy Kuran was, and aimed to please him however you could.

Your smile softened as you watched him walk off, yearning for the chance to truly express your gratitude, or the developing feelings of love you’d felt for him ever since he gave you this beautiful new life.

Blowing a kiss to him behind his back, you hopped off the stool, and skipped back behind stage to ready yourself for the final dance of the night.

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umemiya hajime x foreign! gf | headcanons

tw: none, reader insert, kinda crack, gender neutral

ume only knows a few words in your language: they are basically expressions like "hello", "how are you?", "how much is this" or how to say "love", "I love you", "darling" in your language. he also learned bad words, but at least they are not that much;

he loves it when you cook something for him from your culture. it can be a salad, soup, dinner or a simple drink. ume loves food and will never refuse to try something new. also he suggested kotoha to include his new favorite dish from your culture in the restaurant’s menu;

in the same way, he is always ready to show you something from the japanese cuisine. he may take you to an expensive restaurant or a simple place, but he is always ready to make you try something new. he tries to cook different japanese dishes from time to time as well;

when he saw a photo taken in your country where you were dressed in a traditional clothing for the most important festival of your country, he did not stop asking you questions about the elements of the clothing. of course he commented on how cute you were as a child "i want our children to have your smile!";

there is a picture of you in your house where you were photographed wearing traditional japanese clothing;

once the other furin boys were in your apartment, but at that moment your parents called. you started talking with them in your native language, and when nirei asked ume what you were talking about, the white haired one started to translate your conversation (everything he told nirei was untrue pffff + sugishita didn't stop looking at the leader in admiration that he had a perfect command of at least two languages);

sometimes you have late-night conversations about what your life was like before you moved to japan, and you discover the similarities and differences between the two cultures;

you're constantly fighting over what name your kids should have. once during another argument he added "ok. so, our boys will have japanese name, and girls are going to have [insert ethnicity] names." but at that moment you screamed at him "i want a child, not children!";

likes to make vlogs while you are cooking dishes from your culture. although ume is not a youtuber, he pretends to have a channel "hi guys and welcome back to my channel, today my girlfriend is going to show you how to cook the most popular food in her country!";

he is pretty obsessed with vlogs, actually: he once went around the whole apartment pretending to be in the capital of your country, pointing to the table and sofa while presenting them as important historical buildings to his non-existent youtube followers;

ume often tells you how he wants to take you to every single city in japan, taking pictures and putting them in an album, dedicated to your trips.

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masterlist 𓇼🐚☾☼🦪

tokyo revengers headcanon: sanzu

oneshot: yuzuha, sanzu

wind breaker headcanon: winbre boys x otaku reader // choji tomiyama // umemiya hajime // jo togame // toma hiragi // sakura, umemiya & suo x introvert reader // umemiya hajime x foreign! reader

negai no astro: headcanon: kuran yotsurugi (nsfw) // shikaba, taira, kou, kuran & shio

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WIND BREAKER OFFICIAL ART OF HAJIME UMEMIYA BY SATORU NII

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Hiyaa there! Can i make a req of hc the dynamic between sakura, umemiya, and suo crushing on reader who is introvert but have some funny remarks (like frieren if you know?)

hello!!! if i understand correctly all three guys love y/n at the same time, right? Lets goo, i hope that you will like them!<3

sakura, umemiya, suo x introvert reader

tw: none, english is not my native language

↪ sometimes suo out of nowhere will say things like "ah, that bracelet reminds me of what y/n told me yesterday!" sakura won't stop wondering what happened. umemiya will ask kotoha if she knows anything (btw: you didn't tell suo anything yesterday because you didn't even meet, he just likes to annoy others)

↪ suo likes you a lot since the first time you've met each other "yeah, i am y/n, but you can call me tomorrow!" he loves your jokes and remakrs;

↪ suo is the type who will constantly message you in their group chat without worrying about the reaction of others;

↪ when sakura, suo, and nirei pass through your street, sakura will blush and suo won't stop asking the reason with a smile on his face, even though he knows very well why sakura is suddenly blushing;

↪ umemiya will surely tell everyone with a bright smile that he spent time with you yesterday. suo will be irritated a little, but will cover it with a smile and continue to act as if nothing happened (but in the evening he will ask you for details);

↪ you will often explain to umemiya and suo that you enjoy spending time with yourself. sakura will not stop to yell "leave her alone" (and suo will be like: "huh, sakura-san wants l/n-san just for himself~");

↪ when you are rude to rude people "my tallest finger suddenly loves you", sakura will cheer you up so much secretly;

↪ whenever sakura complains about the food, umemiya laughts at your remarks "sakura-san, at this point you are going to complain when a donut has a hole", you sighed.

↪ but umemiya and suo always love, laugh and tell other people some strange/funny things you've said before (competing about who is going to say first?)

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𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

Pairing: Ginji Yobana x JazzSinger! Reader

Summary: Thanks to Ginji, your fortnightly indulgence at the bar you sing in becomes more than just a free drink.

Warnings:  NSFW, 18+, MDNI. Unprotected sex. Alcohol consumption. 

Author's Note: I have no clue why I wrote this, but here we are, I hope you can find some joy and pleasure in this. I certainly did. Likes and reblogs are highly appreciated! ♡ -A

Singing blues and jazz in a burgundy short satin dress in a popular, yet suspiciously-owned fancy bar wasn't your first plan as a job, but there wasn't that much to complain about: the payment was excellent, work was just some nights a week, free drinks, and beyond the occasional foolish attempt of some people to flirt with you and attendees holding meetings related to illicit activities in front of your stage, the atmosphere was fun.

Especially tonight.

The wicked-looking man with tattoos and a scar on his head only seemed to care about two things, one of them being his cigarette, the other one the sensual way your black velvet gloves caressed the vintage microphone that amplified your voice. He was sitting at the side of the place, where the drinks are served. A menacing gaze had never been so sweet. It made you curious, and you couldn’t help but to coquettishly point in his direction a few times during your performance. Being on stage made you feel powerful, perhaps too powerful at times. 

Would he notice?

The golden lights bathed your body one last time as you exited the stage between claps, whistles and cheers.You sat backstage and restored your energy for a bit. You fixed your makeup and sprayed a few puffs of perfume before going for your courtesy drinks.  

Images of his face kept intruding your mind, and you secretly wished to find him still sitting at the bar. But there were no traces of him as you walked in. So you let it go.  

-Hey, Y/N, whiskey sour? -The now familiar bartender asked as you sat in front of him. 

-Sure, thanks! -You sunnily reply. 

-I thought singers needed to take care of their voices…especially after such an outstanding performance. -A raspy baritone intruded the moment. It had to be him.  

-We do, but there’s nothing wrong with a fortnightly indulgence, right? -You turn to his side and reply with a sly smile illuminating your face. 

-I suppose…

-I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. -You softly shake his hand. 

-Ginji. -He said and reciprocated the handshake, staring deeply into your eyes. His gaze was almost intimidating. 

-Glad you liked the show, Ginji. In these places one can never truly know.

-Why?

-Because it's not “your night“ as a performer. People usually come for a drink, or to attend to their business, or for escapism. Not to see me.  

-Come on, don’t speak of yourself as if you were furniture, darling. 

-Your drink, Y/N. -The bartender quickly intruded, giving you a teasing look as you rolled your eyes, holding a little laughter. It’s not the first time you find yourself in a situation like this, but it never escalated to something more.  

-Which one are you here for? -You asked the tattooed man, ignoring his suspicious compliment just to pick his brain a little bit. 

-What if I told you just for the fabulous singer I’ve heard much about? -He smiled. 

-Aww, how sweet! You sure know how to make a girl blush…not this one, though. -You said as your voice faded into the glass as you took a sip of your drink.  

-Sorry, I didn’t mean to…-His smile faded as he secretly feared rejection, but you cut him off mid-sentence. 

-It’s ok, but only because you’re handsome as hell. -You teased, tracing his goatee with your index finger and staring right into his lips. 

Indulgence doesn’t need to end with the alcohol, does it?

He glanced at you with a lustful smile that spoke for itself. You took his jaw between your fingers and pulled him into an opened mouth kiss, devouring his cigarette taste and wood-like fragrance to the fullest.  His big hands caressed your waist as his lips moved in a sensual synchronicity with yours. It was feverishly hot, it made you almost forget you were in public. He suddenly pulled away from the kiss, yet his hands remained in your waist, pulling you close enough to whisper something in your ear. 

-Wanna continue the fun somewhere more private? His tone and the way his mouth softly played with your earlobe sent shivers down your spine. 

You smiled prettily.

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You yanked his arm with playful eagerness as he locked the bathroom door. He giggled at your action, and when he was done, he poured his attention back to you. You cupped his face with your palms and your lips found his’ again. He hungrily explored the curves of your body, caressing and squeezing your ass from under your dress, making you release soft moans into the kiss, already driving him crazy. Still not breaking the kiss, Ginji gently pushed your body to the sink counter, guiding you to sit on it.

You wrapped your legs around his torso and continued to kiss him as you unbuttoned his black shirt. You could tell your pussy was already drenched as you grinded against his body. The way he was caressing your thighs had you almost dying with anticipation. He finally broke the kiss to unlock his belt and pull his pants down. He stroked his already hard dick a few times, not before flipping your dress up and tossing your panties to the marble floor.

The moan that came out of your throat when he slid into you was louder, higher and needier than what you would’ve hoped for, it was almost embarrassing. 

-You wanted me that badly, sweetheart?  

-Yeah -You softly mewled, throwing your head back out of the pure bliss at your core as you slowly moved your hips back and forth, getting used to his thick and warm length.  

-Can’t fucking hear you, did ya’!? -He said, landing a stern smack in your ass, and drilling faster into you. 

-Yes! Yes! Wanted you so…nngh…badly-ah!

-You’re so fucking precious…wanted you ever since you entered that stage…shit…wanted you just like this, trembling on my cock like a needy slut. -He uttered as he kept his lush, rough pace. 

-Ah!-I don’t blame you…just know…Ah!-how damn lucky you are. -You breathlessly asserted in-between moans, running your hands through his chest, making him groan as he glared at your red lips and your bouncy boobs in awe. 

-Oh, believe me, sweetheart, I know. -Ginji devilishly grinned. He moved one of his hands from the side of your hip over your clit, rubbing circles with his thumb, rapidly taking you to a crescendo of pleasure.    

-Feels so good, babe…fuck, fuck!  

-Yeah? -He felt the tight squeeze of your walls on his shaft, and it almost sent him to the edge too, but he wanted this moment of pure bliss to last just a little longer, so he pulled out, getting nothing but annoyed whines out of you. He gave you no time to respond and just flipped you around. 

You leaned your arms on the counter and looked at the reflection in the mirror in front of you. His bigger frame towering over yours from behind: his gaze darkened with lust, and you adored it, it kept your desire going. He grinded his hips against yours a few times before slipping inside of you once again, being welcomed by your pretty moans.  

-Yes baby, take me all in, such a good girl. -He groaned as he firmly held your hips, it wasn’t long until he quickened his pace, slamming himself on your soft insides. 

The symphony of skin smacking resonated on the walls along with the squelching of your dripping arousal that was already running through your legs. The way his cock reached the right spots within you and the way he grabbed your boobs had you almost seeing stars.     

-Shit, right there! Ginji! Aagnhh…-You cried as you made eye contact with Ginji through the mirror. 

-Let’s make you scream louder, darling, you gotta continue your performance, show this whole bar what an amazing singer you are. -He slapped your ass a few times as his thrusts became implausibly harder. You started to lose your balance as a new wave of pleasure washed over you, making you scream and whimper thunderously. You were not sure if people outside could hear you, but at this point you didn’t give a single fuck. Your pussy irresistibly clenched around him, you both were close to your peaks. 

-Fuck, I’m so close, I’m gonna…Aah! Ginji! -Your mind went blank as you reached your powerful climax. You trembled as your squirt damped the whole scene. Ginji’s pleasure didn’t get behind as his own high took over him. His thrusts became sloppy and his groans turned into loud moans. Once your highs settled, he tugged out of you. Your stares locked in the mirror once again, you both smiled softly, and he planted kisses on your cheek. 

-How ya liked it, babe? -He asked as he slapped your ass. 

-I’m absolutely furious.-You exclaimed with a scowl, freeing yourself from his embrace to face him.   

-Huh!? -Ginji questions, absolutely bug-eyed. 

-It was so good it completely ruined my makeup. -You said with faux crestfallenness.

He chuckled. 

-Don’t you worry, darling. How about we meet up again? But this time out to dinner, so your makeup won’t suffer that much. 

-Fair enough, I’ll think about it. -You winked at him.

A work by bejeweled-night-33. Don't you dare to steal, plagiarize or translate. Don't be an uncreative lil bitch. I believe u can write your own shit.

[zoshkawrites]

TSUBAKI AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND!

notes. the only reason why i got into windbre is because of her and mister white-haired blue-eyed hajime umemiya. (im gonna explode)

contents and warnings. mostly fluff, tsubaki is referred to using she/her pronouns (pls she is heavily transfem-coded), making out (mentioned, non explicit).

✦ Somehow, some way, you managed to get into a relationship with someone as cool and awesome as her! How? Why? You aren't sure, but you don't question it, afraid that it'll backfire on you.

✦ Tsubaki is extremely affectionate and loves PDA. She would hold your hand if you let her to, squeezing it occasionally to make sure you're still hanging onto her. It's a small, little habit that you have formed— a wordless communication.

✦ Sometimes, when she sees you from a distance, she'll run up to you and either greet you with a hug or surpise you with a hug from behind. Forgive her if she buries her face into your hair and smells your shampoo, it makes her giddy when you use the new scented shampoo she recommended you.

✦ More often than not, you'll find lipstick marks all over you when she goes to attack you with kisses. It's a fun surprise whenever you suddenly find a mark on your forehead or on your jaw... It's kind of embarrassing, but hey, that's love you suppose.

✦ If you aren't comfortable with PDA, Tsubaki will understand and will adjust to be more affectionate behind closed doors.

✦ She loves to have sleepovers at your place, even more so when your parents are so welcoming and accepting of her. You'd guys have self-care sessions, pulling out skin-care kits and applying facemasks while watching a movie together; Sometimes, you'd have long rant-filled talks about random things you guys find interest in. The sleepovers often end in either cuddling or makeout sessions that also ends up in cuddling.

✦ Uses pet names, but to the point it's unbearingly sweet. Most of the time, it's the slip of a tongue like "Could pass me the salt, darling?", "Oh, sweetheart, don't cry" and "Don't keep me waiting, Angel"... And the other half is just teasing because she just loves watching you become all flustered.

✦ She's also easily flustered, so you guys have flirting competitions and the first to become shy loses. It's a cute, little bonding moment!

✦ Shopping dates are a must! It's practically a ritual for you both. At first, she brought you along, so you can give your honest opinion whenever she tries out new accesories or outfits. But when you start to do the same, you bet she'll be hyping you up. Even more so when you're the type to stick in your personal bubble and avoid new things.

✦ She's the kind of girlfriend that'll introduce you to things you never thought of trying before, but you're glad you did because it makes you so happy! And that's her number one goal when it comes to you.

✦ Whenever you're feeling down, she's there to comfort you. If you need a calm voice to listen to, she's there to sit beside you and offer her shoulder to dry your tears. She'll pat your head and tell you everything's going to be alright, and just lots of encouraging things.

✦ She'd do anything she can to distract you from your thoughts, even going as far as take out on dates and have you focus on being happy instead of whatever your problem is.

✦ Tsubaki just cares so much and loves you lots, and she wants you to be is comfortable around her. So if you have a problem with anything (i.e loud noises, crowds, being uncomfortable with affection), she'll understand and adjust. All she asks is you do the same for her as well!

✦ With her, people don't even make you a target. I mean, she is one of the four heavenly kings in Boufurin. Anyone who messes with her beloved, messes with her.

✦ If anyone dares to push their luck, well... They best be prepared because she isn't going to let that slide.

✦ And after she's done teaching them a very important lesson on how to keep their noses in their own business, she's off to giving you all the love and affection you deserve, making you forget all about anyone that tried to hurt you.

[zoshkawrites]

Hello, can i have a hcs on how the wind breaker boys of your choice simping to an otaku reader who also is a fan of 2d boys. I hope you have a great time writing it! Thank you for writing wind breaker!

Yes, of course! Enjoy <3 I also added some other headcanons, because your idea was so fun!

wind breaker boys x otaku reader | headcanons

tw: none, reader insert, english is not my native language

↪ he was so clueless about anime and manga… i don't even know how to explain it. when he happened to see a manga on your desk at school, he thought it was a coloring book. later, you explained to him that it was a manga you had been reading for a few days. the next day he appeared next to your desk "hey l/n-san, what theory do you have for the next chapter?" since then, the topic of manga and anime has been your favorite and brought you much closer ─── sakura, sugishita

↪ he'll make you ponyo's hot honey milk and you'll watch old ghibli movies together ─── umemiya, togame, nirei, mitsuki

↪ he will order you two issues of your favorite manga with the volume that has your favorite character. one for him and one for you. he is going to simp together with you ─── mitsuki, nirei

↪ he'll give you weird looks as you walk around the house in your favorite character's clothes you ordered online. you cook with these clothes, you go out shopping with these clothes. "damn, are they comfortable at all?" once while you were in the bathroom he secretly decided to try on these clothes and he really liked it. well, since then you like to cosplay together ─── choji, sugishita

↪ loves to watch anime together, especially older ones. there are nights when you do a nostalgia marathon and start commenting about your favorite characters, characters you hated, theories, etc. for several days after this nostalgic marathon, you've been sending each other anime memes ─── SUO, CHOJI, togame, umemiya

↪ one day while you were watching the new episode of your favorite anime, you stopped at the scene where your favorite character appeared. you started looking at him carefully, enjoying and admiring his beauty. however your boyfriend noticed you. "hmm" he said and looked at the male figure, secretly comparing himself to your favorite character. in the morning when you woke up, you found that your boyfriend dyed his hair the same color as your anime crush. "why?" you asked him and played with his new hairstyle and giving him puppy eyes. "what? you don't like my new hairstyle? i-i just wanted a change! thats all." only if he could admit that he actually was jealous ─── SAKURA, hiragi

↪ when someone says they think you're weird because you like anime, your bf is going to scream out loud to them: "your opinions are fan theories" ─── SUO, mitsuki, togame

↪ will buy you a keychain with your favorite character on it for your birthday ─── umemiya, togame, nirei

↪ you like doing anime hairstyles and you often watch tutorial tiktok videos. he helps you with your hairstyle, and then he does a whole photo shoot/session for you ─── choji, umemiya