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Minato was certainly a huge city, Kanade already knew she had two places to stop at and opted to head to…less familiar place first.

She always did let her curiosity get the better of her!

“Lets see let’s see-!” The actress mumbled to herself “this should be…someones home”

She seemed to have wound up in front of the home of a certain SFX artist. Carefully knocking on the door she presented the gifts in her hand to the person who opened it.

“I was in town and I got some stuff I figured you all might get a kick out of!”

Queen card

You received: A book of fairytales! All the classics in a fancy looking hardback book!

Reiaki

You received: A plush toy of a ghost…holding a knife? It’s oddly adorable…Mr Spooky thinks he’s scary!

Miku

You received: A box of scented candles! How fun! There seems to be 12 in the box

Reiaki heard the door beside her open and close. She lifted her head off the vanity desk. Queen Card had now appeared in the dressing room, staring at the ground. She let out a big sigh and leaned against the door frame.

Reiaki slowly got up from her chair.

Miku, who was also in the room along with other stylists and other body doubles, signaled to the others. “All of you, you can leave now.”

They took the hint and scurried out of the dressing room through another door.

“You.” Queen Card, without looking, pointed to one of the body doubles with muted rose-colored hair. Her hands held the door open and looked back at her boss with timid iridescent eyes, the colors varying with every angle. “You do your best to stay out of sight.”

She carefully nodded and closed the door behind her.

Once Reiaki was sure that only three of them remained, she slowly made her way to Queen Card. “Good job out there,” she said, undoing the chains from Queen Card’s cloak. There was no reply from the taller woman as Reiaki slid the cloak off of her body.

Reiaki lifted her head just a little, searching for any life on Queen Card’s face. Though her eyes were hidden behind that silver mask, all emotion was devoid.

Reiaki flashed her a sympathetic smile as she folded the cloak carefully.

Queen Card turned to three presents stacked on the coffee table in front of Miku. Her eyes zeroed in on the subtle finger prints that stood out from the otherwise sleek and clean wrapping paper. There were very slight creasing and crinkles from whoever must have been carrying them. Very slight to the point that no one other than Queen Card herself may have noticed. “Where did those come from?”

Reiaki turned her head and her eyes lit up. “Oh! Remember I sold my old house to my dad’s secretary? Apparently, someone had left three presents for us on his doorstep— for us.”

“And you’re going to tell me that he came to this theatre while I was onstage and you brought those presents here without another thought?”

Reiaki laughed sheepishly. “Yeah…”

Queen Card pinched her nose and sighed. “Reiaki-chan, you… No wonder I heard your footsteps leave the theatre—”

“They were gifts from Kanade Alarie from the Kyoto Division,” Miku cut in.

Queen Card lowered her hand. “Is that right? I hadn’t realized she was in town,” she said as she made her way to the couch. “I’ve never met her before but given her public profile, it does seem like these presents were put together by some airheaded idiot. And these wrapping papers, without a doubt, originate from the Kyoto Division.” She sighed and placed her hands on her hips. “Well, no wonder you blindly took those presents like an absolute moron.”

“What the hell!” Reiaki cried as she followed behind her leader. “That was so not needed! How many times have you called me a ‘moron’ today?”

Queen Card laughed and caressed Reiaki’s cheek tenderly. “Oh, you know I am only playing.” She picked up the box labeled ‘For: Queen Card’ and sat down on the couch next to Miku, crossing her legs dramatically. She lifted the present to be eye-level, not moving.

“Can you not try finding out what it is before opening it, for once in your life?” Miku snapped.

“Oh, you’re too late,” Queen Card smirked. “I figured it out the moment I picked it up.”

“Boo, you suck.” Reiaki stuck out her tongue. “Well now that you know what it is, you might as well open it for us to see.”

Queen Card carefully removed the tape that was holding the wrapping paper together and unfolded the seams.

“Too slow!” Reiaki exclaimed and tore the gift from the unfazed Queen Card. “I’ll do it!”

She hurriedly ripped apart the wrapping paper and pulled a rather thick book out of the box. She turned the cover around for the others to see. It was a complete book of classic fairytales in a fancy hardback cover.

“Oh my, how lovely,” was all Queen Card said.

"Don’t even try to tell me you knew what type of book it was,” Miku said in disbelief.

“I can assure you, I did not,” Queen Card said as Reiaki handed the book to her. “But I, at the very least, could tell it was a book. And a rather heavy one. However, I have yet to figure out what are in the other boxes…”

Before she could reach for the presents, Reiaki and Miku snatched their designated ones.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Miku hissed while Reiaki carelessly tore through her wrapping paper. “No way am I letting you and that x-ray vision of yours ruin the surprise for me.”

Queen Card retracted in her seat. “Heavens, if I didn’t know better, I’d have thought you two were animals fighting for the last piece of food.”

Reiaki removed the lid from the box, pulling out a plush toy of a ghost… holding a knife?

“Oh my…” Queen Card whispered.

“It’s so cute!” Reiaki gushed. “Weirdly morbid… but it’s so cute!”

Reiaki pulled the plush ghost into a bear hug with a squeal, the thing taking up half her height.

“I won’t question your tastes…” Miku trailed off as she slowly tore off the wrapping paper. “Mine’s weirdly heavy…”

“Miku-chan, I’d be careful if I were you,” Queen Card said. “It sounded like all the items in that one were incredibly fragile.”

“‘All’?” Miku repeated as she lifted the lid. She pulled out a miniature scented candle and set it on the table. Followed by another… and another… and another…

“‘Wild bluebell,’ ‘white jasmine and mint,’ ‘vintage gardenia’— oh my god, just how many candles are there?!” Miku exclaimed as she continued to pull more candles out of the box.

“Well I guess that explains the weight…” Reiaki remarked.

“How do you like it?” Queen Card asked.

“There’s twelve candles in here, of course I love it,” Miku said as she carefully placed all of them back into the box.

Despite Miku’s deadpan, Queen Card didn’t miss the corners of Miku’s mouth lifting the slightest bit. Queen Card herself didn’t even notice a smile forming on her own face at the sight.

“Kanade’s so sweet for doing all this!” Reiaki squealed.

“I’d like to know how she even got the address to your old house,” Miku said.

“My dad was a famous millionaire,” Reiaki explained as she packed thee boxes into a pile. “She probably found old photos of me and my family in front of that house and assumed I still lived there.”

“R-Right…”

“If that Kanade Alarie is still in Minato, I would like to locate her and send her my gratitude for these lovely presents,” Queen Card said, her hand delicately exploring the cover of the book on her lap. “Perhaps we can return the favor sometime.”

Miku’s eyes darted to the doors and crossed her arms. “It’s just us three, you know you can break character now.”

Queen Card threw her head back, laughing hysterically. “Oh, you fool! Whatever do you mean?”

She stopped her laughter abruptly and grabbed Miku’s chin, pulling her towards her. Queen Card nudged her head to the corner of the room. Miku’s eyes followed. In the corner of the room was a security camera, staring right back at her. Queen Card dropped her voice to a whisper, so chilling it sent a shiver down Miku’s spine and making her hands and feet go cold.

“I am always in character.”

Queen Card pulled away, a smile breaking her previously dark and threatening features.

“Let’s go home… with our lovely new gifts.”

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic #hypmic oc #minato division #r.i.p märchen #Queen Card #reiaki suzubayashi #miku shirazuki #kyoto division #starlight specters #kanade alarie #drabble

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discotenny · 6 months

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Sleeping Positions (hypmic)

Their favorite ways to fall asleep with you <3

Everyone (-Rei) x reader, fluff, mentions of nightmares in some drabbles

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Buster Bros

Ichiro

Ichi likes feeling like he’s protecting you. He loves being the big spoon, holding you from behind with his arms wrapped around you tightly. And he’s so strong too so just dndnmmmmdmn. His arms are sturdy and secure- while his face is squishy and soft. When you nap on the couch together, he’ll zip up his jacket with both if you inside so you’re nice and snuggly, together.

On a cold winters day, this was his favorite. His brothers were out for the evening and it was just you and him alone- cuddling sleepily on his sofa. The two of you huddled into his jacket, a silly yet familiar position. Like a sack of potatoes, there’s little the two of you can do other than flop down sideways.

His head finds its natural place on top of your head as he starts to doze off. Ichiro mumbles words of love in his cozy delirium and kisses your head all around to the best of his ability.

“Ah…” Ichi lets out a loving sigh, “perfect. You’re perfect. I love you.”

Jiro

Jiro loves laying down in your lap. It’s the optimal position to be in when procrastinating on work, trying to cool down on hot days, and to stare at you of course! He sneaks in admiral peeks while pretending to be asleep. He’s not very subtle about it, not that you mind though. Please play with his hair though, he’d fall asleep immediately if you started doing that while he was in your lap.

A hot summer day warranted this situation, Jiro justified. “Babe please I just need a break!!” He whined as he wiggled his head into your lap- desperate to escape the study session you surprised him with(you told him it was a date).

Also hot and exhausted, you reluctantly sighed and brought a hand to his hair, ruffling it slightly as you looked down at your notebook. “Just ten minutes though, ‘kay baby?”

Nodding enthusiastically Jiro closed his eyes and relaxed, “Yep, yep, just fifteen~”

He would end up napping for twenty.

Saburo

Saburo loves sleepovers! Through video calls, of course. He’d never let anyone know this, but he falls asleep with you on call basically every night. He props his phone to face himself and feels giddy every time he gets to sleep looking at you. Saburo’s already on video call with you practically the entire day, so why not the entire night too?

Saburo fixes his sheets as he places his phone on his desk, facing the camera towards his form. “Are you ready to sleep yet?” He calls from behind him. From the phone you give a light hum in acknowledgment. Already snuggled in your bed, you wait for your boyfriend to finish his tasks.

Once he is done the lights turn off and he brings his phone closer to his face. Sleep lines his voice as he speaks through a yawn, “Make sure to set your alarm for tomorrow y/n.”

He’s only met with your snores as a reply. Smiling to himself, he fights the tiredness and sets an alarm on his phone for the both of you.

Mad Trigger Crew

Samatoki

Samatoki’s favorite sleeping position isn’t something he goes to subconsciously. Going to bed he swears up and down he needs his space cause he overheats. But through the night, a hand finds its way to yours. An arm finds a comfortable place under your head. And slowly but surely, Samatoki unknowingly nudges you closer and closer to his chest. Maybe it’s remnants of the desperation not to lose another one important to him, but who really knows.

He wakes up and there’s something on his chest. Opening his eyes, he's confused because he doesn't remember getting a cat. Patting around, his hand accidentally smacks your face and you awake with a jolt. "What the-" You roll off his chest unceremoniously and glare at him. "What was that for Toki?"

"H-HUH?!" Samatoki scoots away at your angry glare. "What were you one me for- ow?!"

You smack him in the chest for that. "You bring me to you every night asshole! Why are you surprised?!" His only reply is an annoyed grumble at a truth he can't deny.

Jyuto

Jyuto adores being able to fall asleep on your shoulder. Being the type of person he is, he tends to have his guard up a lot. But falling asleep on you, giving up his defenses and showing off pure vulnerability- it’s an expression of his trust to you. It shows just how much of himself he’s willing to show you just because he loves you so much more.

You and Jyuto sit in the back of Rio's car, driving to a far away destination unbeknownst to you. Jyuto said he needed you to come for emotional support- but maybe it was just so he could have a comfortable pillow to sleep on during the ride.

Already fully asleep on your shoulder, drool threatens to drip from his lips and onto your clothes. He lets out loud snores that tests everyone's patience each time.

After one particularly loud SNNRRRRRR, Samatoki has enough and screams in frustration. Through your fits of laughter, Jyuto wakes up, letting out a delirious "what" at the glares of his teammate.

Rio

Rio prefers it when you sleep on him. He feels the most comfortable when he’s protecting you. The most relaxed when he knows you’re safe. And when you’re sleeping, when you’re at your most vulnerable, he likes keeping an eye out for you in those moments. He may not be sleeping then but keeping you safe will always be his favorite thing ever.

You’re drooling on him but he doesn’t mind. An arm wraps around your shoulder, keeping you pressed tight against him in slumber.

There’s a warm feeling that finds itself comfortably in his chest as he watches you. Your chest rises up and down with each breath, your head bobs slowly with every soft sound you make, Rio can’t help himself but give you a little kiss on your head.

“AH-“ you awake at the startling contact, clocking your boyfriend in the jaw with your head, causing him to let out a monotone “ow-“

Fling Posse

Ramuda

Ramuda sleeps in the fetal position. Curled up into a ball. He feels the safest when you’re surrounding him though. Holding him through the night, keeping him grounded, securing him to your love. Alas, Ramuda is a little spoon. When you hold him at night he’ll cuddle into your chest, loving the way your touch is all he senses, your scent is all he smells, your face is all he sees, and your love is all he feels.

Ramuda's ahoge seemingly targets your nose with tickles. Back and forth movements, it doesn’t seem to keep still. Almost like it has a mind of its own, you scrunch up your nose but never manage to get away.

Sentient ahoge aside, Ramuda himself is curled into you. It’s so innocent the way he does it, you could cry. Soft breathing can be heard coming from his nose. Sometime during the night a piece of your pajama shirt found its way into his mouth, and he chews on it slowly. His drool makes a wet spot on your shirt but the way his lips purse out alongside his chubby cheeks just make you want to squish him.

And so you do, and that wakes him up with a whine. Kneading his cheeks and kissing his face, his complaints turn into gasps and his gasps turn into him doing the same.

“I have such a sweet partner, don’t I?” Ramuda says before climbing on top of you, sentient ahoge tickling your ear as he snuggled into your neck.

Gentaro

Gentaro loves to be snuggled up next to you. All over you in fact. He naturally runs cold and especially in his sleep he subconsciously searches out the most comforting source of warmth. Gentaro’s almost overwhelming in how much cuddling he wants to do. Tangling legs together, cold hands up your back and on your stomach, and he teases you all the while!! He’s super annoying with it SMH

A cold finger swipes itself down your spine and you have to hold yourself back from throwing your boyfriend off you. “Gen! Why would you do that!” you whine at his giggles to your shock.

With a kiss to your neck, you feel him smirk. “Why, I didn’t do anything darling. Maybe it was the ghost that haunts the Yumeno residence halls. Do not worry! I will protect you dear~” He presses himself closer to you before allowing another cold finger to tickle your stomach.

“Keep that up and you’re gonna be the next ghost to haunt these halls, Gen,” your threat makes him pout as he sighs against your neck in defeat.

“My darling threatens me even in the face of the absurd and paranormal, life is cruel in many many ways I’m afraid….” Pinch his cheeks, will you? It’s the only way to get him to stop.

Dice

Dice is used to falling asleep in any position he finds himself in at the night. He's not particularly picky nor does he really have favorites. Feel free to maneuver his body anyway that you like for your comfort. He’s like a rag doll that you can move any which way. He sleeps like a log and won't even wake up if you kick him in the face LOL

You wake up to use the bathroom and almost scream at the feeling of your leg behind held in someone’s arms. Scared half to death, you kick the source but receive no response. In a familiar sense of deja vu, your mind is barely there to check under the sheets for the source of the hold. Of course, you find it.

For some reason, your wonderful partner Dice managed to maneuver himself to be upside down in the middle of the night. With his feet at your pillows, Dice found himself cuddling the closest source of you to him, your leg.

You rub his face a bit to make sure you didn’t hurt him. He leans into your warm touch uncontrollably, a smile falling upon his cheeks. A pleased sound leaves his chest as he snuggles up to your hand.

Then, you’re left with two options. One, go upside down as well to cuddle with your partner. Or two, let Dice continue cuddling with your foot. The choice is up to you~~~

Matenrou

Jakurai

Jakurai loves holding your hand in your sleep. He’ll let you cuddle into him if you’d prefer so, of course, but something about being connected through your hands makes him feel warm. He often stays up later than you do so he likes to squeeze your hand while you sleep. His heart feels funny when you subconsciously sleeps back. Bonus! He likes your natural expression as you fall asleep and doesn’t want to disturb that by whatever movement close contact brings.

Jakurai’s slender fingers tap along your knuckles in a rhythm. Tip tap tip tap. As he reads his book, a title focused on the human psychology, you stay beside him, snoring into a pillow already fast asleep. Tip tap tip tap.

The clock ticks away as the seconds pass by. Tick tock tick tock. As he gets to the last page, a satisfied smile comes onto his face, pleased at finishing his book. Tick tock tick tock.

However- the silence of tips and ticks and taps and tocks is interrupted by a gasp in your sleep, Jakurai immediately alerting at the sound. You grasp his hand tightly in your sleep and lean into the touch. Jakurai brings his free hand to your cheek, stroking it with the softest touch a human could muster.

Your face morphs into a smile, and the room again fills with the sounds of tip taps and tick tocks. “Good night, angel,” Jakurai says with a whisper.

Hifumi

Hifumi sleeps on top of you. Like legit on top of you. He subconsciously rolls over on you in his sleep and there’s nothing you can do about it. He’s heavy and you can’t push him off- but with the smile on his face and the way he smells so good- do you really wanna move? Yes. You do. Cause you’re desperately thirsty and Hifumi refuses to move until morning.

It’s 3 AM and you’re not sleepy at all. You woke up earlier from a dream and was incredibly thirsty. Lucky for you- your partner always keeps two glasses of water, one for each of you, beside the bed for situations just like this.

If only you could reach it.

Hifumi lays starfished on top of you. His cheek presses to your neck, his arm encapsulates yours, and his legs are twisted to be one with yours. Overall- he’s immovable. Desperate for a sip of what sounds like the most refreshing drink in the world, you try to pry your partner off of you bit by bit.

And it works, surprisingly. Your arm manages to roll his off of you. You somehow get his legs to swing to the side. However, once you try and move your head, trying to propel your body sideways- Hifumi’s unconscious body stumbles back onto yours unceremoniously.

And it’s even heavier this time! Your hand motions for the water, so, so needy but to no avail.

If you’re desperate enough, call Doppo in to help you. He’s definitely still awake.

Doppo

An arm under your back or one over your shoulder- Doppo loves cuddling to sleep. With him there is no big spoon or little spoon, it’s just whatever position gets the two of you in as much skin to skin contact as possible. He loves indulging in everything you have to offer- whether it be your warmth or all your love. Doppo loves kissing whatever space he can access- wanting to show just how much he missed you during his workday.

Tears stream down his face and sniffles fill the quietness of the room. His arms are curled around you, and yours do the same to him. Doppo tries his best not to let the tears fall onto you, but all worries of that are whisked away as you bring his head to rest in the crook of your neck.

The stress of his work day culminated to a bed time breakdown- where the one moment he had to rest and relax was taken over by all the shit piling up from the day.

He’s regretful, guilty that you’re taking time out of your night to comfort him like this. Quiet “shhhs” and soft pats to his back soothe him ever so slowly- the guilt being overtaken by his focus on your presence.

Doppo tries to wipe his tears but you beat him to it- kissing his under eyes to his shock and awe.

“It’s gonna be alright baby,” you muse, “just go to sleep.”

Your words make him feel 100% better and make him squeeze you 100% tighter.

Bad Ass Temple

Kuko

Kuko will ALWAYS sleep on your chest no matter what. Not in any perverted way- but he loves listening to your heartbeat and refuses to fall asleep without it. He calls it his personal white noise (yuck!!). Kuko holds you tight as he rests on you- not allowing you to escape or push him off lol. It gets really annoying when he tries to take a nap on you cause he’s just dragging you down with him. AND HE DROOLS TOO!!!

“Kuko get off me I have to piss,” you say, your palms moving to his cheeks as you try to shove him off your chest.

The action only makes him burrow his head deeper into you, hair moving wildly with the movements. “Nope, I’m sleepy baby, so ya’ gotta stay here,”

“Well I have to piss so you have to move!” You start to squirm, moving your body every which way as an attempt to get your clingy partner off.

Through your wiggles, Kuko lets out an obnoxiously loud snore, muffled by your clothes. Your further attempts to shove him off are to no avail as his grip remains unmoving. With a sigh, you turn to your final choice.

“Kuko if you don’t get off I’m dragging you to the toilet with me.”

With no grumble let our, Kuko lets you go almost immediately.

Jyushi

Jyushi’s too cute guys 😭😭😭 HE KOALA HUGS!!! He clings to you like a koala at night, arms and legs wrapped around you. His head is on your chest and he lets out the softest noises it’s kndjdnfkfndkkdk. Be warned, if you decide you need to get up for whatever reason he’ll let you go but start subconsciously pat around the bed looking for you

Coming home late due to being forced to work (unpaid) overtime, you expected your partner to fall asleep without you.

What you didn’t expect was to see him squirming around, snoring while his arms pat down your side of the bed, twisting turning and somehow frowning when he reaches an empty spot of mattress.

A nightmare? You’d rather not entertain the thought, but the small whimpers he lets out indicate otherwise. With a frown of your own you place a hand on his head, patting it to hopefully calm him in his slumber.

What you also didn’t expect was for Jyushi to throw his unconscious body into your lap, snuggling up to you with concealed strength. His whimpers turn to happy hums- and part of you is left to wonder if he was even fully asleep at all…

Hitoya

Arm around your shoulder holding you tight- what a classic guy! lol. He's not the type to initiate cuddling but he does like having you close at night. Throw an arm around his chest why don't you- it'll make him flustered ehehe. Hitoya snores LOUD though guys, be careful!

“Mmmm, you smell good ‘Toya,” you say, cuddling into his broad chest.

You feel the vibrations of fluster rise up, hearing your partner stammer as his hands raise in defense and surprise. “W-why’d you say that huh?”

The reaction only causes you to snuggle deeper, and to hold his hand to bring it back to your shoulder (where it belongs). “Cuz it’s true,” you say with smugness lacing your tone.

You don’t even need to hear the mumbles that come from his mouth, the rising heartbeat from his chest says everything about his reaction and more.

Dotsuitare Hompo

Sasara

Sasara loves cuddling at night ugh! He's a big spoon, holding you with strong arms and burying his head in your hair. He has nightmares at night and he swears cuddling you is the only way to make them go away. Buuuut, Sasara is a bit annoying because he tries to tickle you sometimes. A quick jab to his stomach puts a stop to that though LOL.

It’s a stormy night and Sasara Nurude cannot sleep. Every flash of lightning brings back painful memories and cruel “what ifs.” Every clap of thunder makes him hold you tighter in his arms.

Unlike him, you were fast asleep. He preferred it this way, at the very least he knew you were safe and that you couldn’t go anywhere. Your soft snores are his only lifeline as he winces at the shadows of trees knocking at the window.

It’s hard to breathe but he tries to slowly sync his panicked breaths with your relaxed ones. It’s hard to think but he focuses his mind on the amazing memories the two of you shared. He starts to feel disconnected from his body and all of a sudden it feels like you aren’t in his arms anymore.

His eyes open and he can’t see anything. His breath picks up. His mind starts to race. He starts to squeeze his arms around himself until he can feel anything but just him.

“Mnhmmm, Sasara,” through tired deliriousness you go to pinch your lover’s cheek.

“H-huh?”

“Yer squeezing the life out of me baby,” you let go of his face and move to hold his hands, already dozing back off to the dream you had prior. “It’s gonna be alright, just focus on me.”

“R-right, it’s gonna be alright.” He turns his gaze away from the window, he closes his ears off from the storm, and his body focuses back on protecting you. At least, as long as he’s with you, he can start to feel like everything’s alright in the world.

Rosho

Rosho wants to fall asleep holding your face. His hands hold you so gently it's like another pillow in of itself. You're the light of his life, the shining star in his world, everything that makes waking up worth it. He likes knowing you’re going to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up and vice versa.

His hands are dirty, you note to yourself. There’s graphite stains that outline his fingerprints, pen ink under his nails, and you’re pretty sure that paper cut next to his wedding ring is going to get infected if you don’t put a bandage on it soon.

You have to stop his hand from touching your cheeks and the devastated look he gives you makes you want to die.

“You need to clean your hands before we go to bed.”

The blank look of confusion he gives you would almost be funny if it wasn’t about something so serious. “My hands aren’t dirty-“

“Have you looked at them?!” You start to rub the places that have marks, pointing them out and rambling about needing to take care of himself even after grading so many papers.

“And look right here! Why is there green pen ink on the side of your nail? We don’t even own green pens- seriously you’re going to get color all over me and the sheets- are you even listening to me?”

There’s a light fluster on his cheeks as he stares down at your hand touching his. The way your soft fingers rub against his own, how your chiding voice contrasts against the tenderness of your actions. The question you ask makes him cough and light up even more.

“Ah- I- Sorry- I-“ Yeah no. He can’t really give a good excuse to the blush on his face.

Rei

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Beefy post yet again!!! Please give me your thoughts on this I worked real hard >,<

Some of the drabbles gave me more trouble than others, like I was really stuck on Doppo’s for like a week LOL. I hope you enjoyed it though, imagining all these sweet soft moments makes me feel warm.

Currently also working on Akechi’s part to “lost you once” and it’s looking to be one of the longer fics I’ve written 😳😳😳

N E WAYS!!! I’ll see you guys later! Have a good day/night/afternoon, W HT EVER ‼️🥶🫵

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lambtail-tales · 10 months

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Beg

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Ichiro Yamada x F!reader (Hypnosis Microphone)

Wordcount: 2510

Paragraphs: 52

I dug this up from the depths of my laptop and did some hardcore editing to it. I wrote this thing like 5 years ago actually so it really needed the fixing up. Not beta'd again, sorry >> Also, surprise, I'm HypMic trash too <3

Warning for sexually explicit 18+ material!

This drabble features light bondage and femdom as a heads up. Maybe orgasm denial if you squint?

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He was so cute, squirming under you like this. And you had barely even done anything yet. You got a little laugh out of it. “Ichiro,” You crooned. “You’re so adorable…” You sang softly, admiring the deep shade of red his face had become.

You felt quite proud of yourself, sat atop the man’s waist, straddling his hips. Now that his hands had been bound to the headboard, he had turned his head into the pillow, and he wouldn’t look at you.

You leaned forward, now chest-to-chest with the odd-eyed man. “You have nothing to be shy about…I’ll make you feel really good.” You whispered lasciviously, taking extra care in the soft kiss you pressed to his ear. You would swear you had just heard him whimper.

You sat up straight and began rocking your hips back and forth. You felt his half-hard member stiffen under your slick heat. You took great pleasure in seeing him screw his beautiful eyes shut and watching his chest begin heaving. “Mmm, you like this, don’t you? How dirty…” You purred, staring him down with a glint in your eye. “And that face you’re making!” You chuckled. “So sweet.”

Ichiro opened his mouth to retort, and you decided that grinding your hips a little harder would remind him who was in charge. He groaned, and you eased up just a little.

“I hope you weren’t about to talk back to me…or perhaps, you want more?” You taunted him, leaning in to bring your face close to his again.

Ichiro opened his eyes but kept them averted. You grabbed his chin, holding it firmly between your thumb and index finger. “You know, you should look people in the eye when they’re speaking to you.” He was now forced to meet your half-lidded gaze. “If you want something, all you need to do is ask for it,” With a wicked grin, you looked the man over, dragging one finger slowly over his chest in circles. “I won’t know what you want unless you tell me. I can’t read your mind, Ichiro.”

He muttered something under his breath that you chose to ignore in favor of dipping your head and latching onto the nape of his neck–kissing, biting, and sucking on the skin, reveling in the knowledge that you would be leaving your mark all over him. You made your way to his throat, and you could feel his quickening pulse beneath your lips.

“I could untie you, y’know? I know you want to touch me.” You spoke against his collarbone in soft, licentious tones. “But, only if you ask.” You reminded him. Ichiro glowered just a bit, and you wanted to laugh again. You had wondered if at any point he was starting to reconsider agreeing to this, but he knew what to say if he wanted to back out, and he hadn’t uttered anything close to it. Who would have thought Yamada Ichiro would be this submissive?

“So untie me.” He snipped, and you raised an eyebrow, making a small, pensive sound, though there was nothing that needed thinking about. His brief look of desperation pleased you. But unfortunately for him, that was far from a question.

You thrust your hips against him once more, and he moaned, jerking his own hips just slightly, and you smirked.

“I said you need to ask.” You batted your lashes with unabashed innocence. “Should I make you beg for it instead, since you don’t know how to listen?” He stayed quiet, and you licked your lips. “But then again, I’m getting a bit impatient…” You complained, and you felt his cock twitch. “Looks like you are, too, Ichiro.” You raised one hand and tenderly pushed a few loose strands of hair away from his face for him. “Ah, what to do, what to do…” You tutted, rolling your hips again at an agonizingly slow pace.

The more worked up he got, the more you enjoyed this. Was it cruel? Perhaps. But there would be time for an apology later. For now, you planned to thoroughly enjoy yourself, and take advantage of how vulnerable the man beneath you currently was.

You watched him struggle against his restraints, and an amused hum escaped your lips. “I made sure to make them very tight. Now, Ichiro, what do you want?” You reached between your legs, taking hold of his erection. He grunted as you began massaging circles around his head, occasionally brushing your thumb over the slit as precum beaded at the tip. You felt him begin writhing again, and you laughed. “Cute!” You murmured.

“Do you really need to ask me that?” Ichiro complained, and you just loved how obvious it was that you were driving him crazy. “Quit screwing around!” He barked, though it sounded more like he was pleading with you.

You narrowed your eyes at him, and chuckled. “Oh, I don’t need to ask at all,” you said nonchalantly. “I just want to hear you say it.” You spoke in a hushed, seductive tone. “It's so much fun to watch you squirm, and you make the sweetest expressions when you’re needy.” You added, words dripping with carnality, yet still saccharine like honey. “So,” You paused to bring your hand to your lips and lick his taste from your fingertips. “tell me.” You susurrated, and his reaction elicited a muffled laugh from behind your hand.

Ichiro’s face hadn’t yet been this flushed all afternoon, and you had been toying with him like this for quite some time; his embarrassment made you even more eager. He made a noise of frustration and averted his gaze, but you could still see that his shame had crept all the way to the tips of his ears as they grew rosy, much like his cheeks.

“Just hurry and fuck me already.” He growled. “Please.” He added, and his obedience was nothing short of delightful.

“Good boy,” You leaned forward as you lifted your hips up. “that’s what I like to hear.”

You once more reached for his throbbing member and lined it up with your entrance. You were more than ready for it—you were practically aching to feel the dark-haired man inside you, but you wouldn’t tell him, because he was supposed to be the one begging you for release.

Sinking onto his cock, you leaned back and watched him ball his hands up over his head, and his hips slammed up into you almost instinctively, and you were shameless about the mewling sound that slipped past your lips

“Mmm, not so fast, Ichiro,” you scolded. “Don’t get greedy.” Placing your hands against his abdomen. You rolled your hips slowly, working yourself into a rhythm. You bit your lip, wanting more already–so, so badly. “Slow,” You whispered. “go slow.” You repeated, and he obliged.

You threw your head back, feeling yourself being taken over by pleasure as heat spread from your core to your chest, then to the very tips of your fingers. How quickly would you fall apart if he had his hands on you, you wondered? But just for a moment.

Without warning, Ichiro picked up his pace, and as much as you wanted to keep bossing him around, it felt too good to stop now. You whined, surely giving way to how desperate you actually were, and you were quite sure in your hazy line of sight, you saw Ichiro smirk triumphantly. You wouldn’t let him win that easily.

“Is that…the best you can do?” You growled between suppressed moans. “I would have thought a former Dirty Dawg would be a bit more impressive.” You leaned forward, so your noses were close to touching. “Do me harder.” You demanded in a husky whisper, grinning at him provocatively.

The glint in his mismatched eyes told him that he was all too ready and willing to do just that. You braced yourself, and he began to rut into you more fervently than before. More moans began to rise from your throat, and to silence them, you smashed your mouth against his, and he invited it by kissing back fiercely, twining his tongue around yours. You had no desire to hold back any longer; you let yourself be overcome by your shameless desire, and it only got better. Breaking your kiss, you watched the thin trail of saliva between your mouths before you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip. Sure, you looked messy, but that was all just part of the fun, wasn’t it?

“Mmnnn, Ichiro, are you close?” The closest thing you got to an answer was a single thrust, more intense than he had been just a moment ago. “Haah,” Your voice echoed around the room, above the sound of skin against skin. “d-don’t just think you can cum whenever you want to.” You tossed your hair over your shoulder, noticing that some had stuck to your face thanks to the sweat you had worked up. “You finish when I say you can.”

Ichiro grunted between thrusts, and you knew that had aggravated him, because he was practically scowling at you. He never liked to be ordered around, and you knew it, which just made all of his reactions that much more satisfying, on top of him actually obeying you. Your giggle melted into a wanton sigh, and you arched your back, feeling the bed give out just a little as you rode him harder and faster.

The room was filled with gasps and soft whimpers, and the occasional name on a euphoric breath. You both wanted release, but you were stubborn enough that you wouldn't give it to him just yet. You liked driving him wild like this, and you would make use of your control over the man by teasing him as much as you could for as long as you could hold out, if you could hold out.

“If you can’t handle it anymore, all you have to do is say so…” You reached out to caress his cheek. “Just a few simple words, and you can have what you want…” You panted.

It was quite endearing, the way Ichiro was putting on a tough front, but you knew he couldn’t keep going much longer, and really, you weren’t in much better shape, determined as you were to outlast him. He had slowed down just a bit, and you wondered if he was running out of steam. “Well?” You cooed.

His face was crimson, and it was positively captivating. “D-don’t make me say it out loud.” He groused, and he was met with silence. His exasperated whine was music to your ears. “Let me cum,” He hissed. He was impatient–more so than you had ever seen him, and you adored it. “please.” he finally begged, squeezing his eyes shut.

You definitely wouldn’t mind seeing him like this more often, you thought to yourself. You had turned the tables on Ichiro for once, and now you had him completely wrapped around your little finger.

“What a good boy, using your manners.” You were craving release, so that was certainly good enough for you. “Go on then, Ichiro,” You purred. “give it to me.”

As if on command, rather than with your permission, he came inside of you.

You reached your own climax as he spilled into you, swearing loudly and moaning his name as orgasm shook your body. Riding wave after wave of pleasure, everything around you seemed softer—fuzzy, even. You slowly eased yourself off of him and settled carefully against his hips, hands at his waist. As the two of you panted heavily, catching your breath in the afterglow, you hovered over him and took his face in your hands, peppering sweet kisses across his face; his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, the tip of his nose–anywhere you could reach.

“I’ll untie you now, okay?” Ichiro just nodded, perhaps still unable to properly articulate coherent words, perhaps just content to bask in blissful silence for a bit longer.

You reached above him, making sure to take extra care when undoing the knot around his wrists. “There.” You soothed when you finally got it loose, and you couldn’t help but feel bad, watching him rub at the angry red marks that had been impressed into his wrists as you tossed the rope away. “Does it hurt?” You frowned.

“No,” Ichiro muttered. “but damn, that sucked!” He complained, and he was pouting.

You tilted your head. “Oh?” You took one of his arms and pulled it towards you. “Sorry…anything I can do for you?” You asked timidly, pressing your lips to one particularly deep mark on his skin.

Ichiro watched you, eyes shifting from your mouth to your eyes after a moment. “Let me touch you next time.” His words came softly, and you felt one curled finger graze your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, thrilled by the promise of a next time.

Your airy laughter echoed around the dim room. “Is that all?” You murmured, turning his hand over to kiss his knuckles. “I suppose I could let you have your way next time.” You teased

Ichiro rolled his eyes, but he did nothing to hide his smile. “What a handful.” He combed his fingers through your hair, and you rested your hands on his shoulders.

“Ehh? Me?” You craned your neck to place one more kiss up against his jawline. “That isn’t a very nice thing to say.” Even so, your crooked grin was one of adoration.

You laid against him, head to his chest, and you could hear his rapid pulse slowing down little by little as his strong arms wrapped around your waist. After a quiet moment in which you had settled down comfortably, you found your voice again.

“I really love you, y’know…” You closed your eyes, thinking it both strange and wonderful that your bodies fit together so perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle. You didn’t think you could ever love anyone more than you loved Ichiro.

You felt his breath catch for just a moment, and he kissed your temple. “Mmm, I love you, too.” He murmured. “But next time I won't go easy on you.” He joked.

You giggled, giving him one more kiss, featherlight on his lips. “Of course, Ichiro.” You humored the man, patting his cheek before standing on weak legs.

He raised an eyebrow, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched you, just waiting for your knees to buckle. “And where are you going?” He objected.

“As much as I would love to stay in bed with you, I need a shower before your brothers get back from school.” You said nothing of the mess dripping down your thighs–he had noticed. You could tell by the sheepish look on his face. “And so do you.” You added while you turned away to head to the washroom. “You’re more than welcome to join me if you want.” You called behind you before breezing down the hall stark naked.

You could hear him laugh, and in no time he was padding along right behind you, catching you around the waist and pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder, eliciting a startled squeal from you, that only lasted for a second, quickly dissolving into contented laughter as you returned the gesture in kind, kissing his cheek once more.

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hebimoonlightwrites · 11 months

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I'm doing good, it was rainy today! The sun is always melting me so it was a relief (＃°Д°) And whoa, a necklace with a guaraná charm? That looks cool! Oh, there's a soda with guaraná here, it's my favorite, you should try someday(Dunno if u did before X'D) I remember when I was taking an English course and my teacher made us do a little play about the legend of guaraná, it was part of our cultural fair... And one of my friends was a tree 🤡

May I request the Seven Minutes in Heaven prompt? I think its... Interesting, hehe!(Never played anything like that before though, but like it anyway) With some Hypmic characters, Jyushi, Ichiro and Kuko and a fem! MC who has a huge crush on them?Oh! A necklace!? That's cool! You should try the Guaraná soda(Dunno if u tried it before X'D) called Guaraná Antártica, it's my favorite! I remember when I was taking an English course and the teacher made us do a little play about the legend of Guaraná, one of my friends was a tree 🤡

Also... About the requests ≧ ﹏ ≦

May I request the Seven Minutes in Heaven prompt? I think its... Interesting, hehe!(Never played anything like that before though, but like it anyway) with Kuko Harai and a fem!mc who has a huge crush on him?(maybe he already knew it?) aaaand... If you want, u can do a little NSFW with it? Dunno, I don't mind ≧ ﹏ ≦

Writer's corner: Yes, dear!! I bought a necklace with Guaranà charms!! It looks so cute, I think I'm going to show you!!♥ Also, of course you may, dear! And thank you for requesting something about Kuko- (I'm a simp for this stinky monk qwq-) and of course I can do it a little NSFW! XD♥ I can't wait----- *cough cough* By the way, dear, feel free to tell me if there's anything you want me to change or fix for you!♥ Enjoy and have a fantastic summer~!

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER

Words: 1185

Warnings: Slightly NSFW

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🤭: 7 minutes in heaven (Slightly NSFW)

It was very unusual to see Kuko Harai, the heir of the Buddhist Temple of Nagoya in a crowded party, especially surrounded by Visual Kei musicians and singers, just like Jyushi! I mean.. The "crybaby" was already Kuko's friend, but it had been a surprise even for Jyushi himself as he opened the door of his house and saw Kuko standing there, his usual yellow piercing eyes looking straight and his hands into the pockets of his bomber jacket.

It had been a surprise even to mc, who didn't really expect Kuko to actually join the party, since she knew that the monk didn't really like crowded places. The red-haired monk smiled smugly, showing his teeth and then entered the house, looking around as if he was looking for someone in the crowd. Of course mc, who had realized she had a crush on that unusual monk, couldn't help but kept her sparkling eyes pointed on his figure, as Kuko took some confident steps, entering the living room. The place was filled with Jyushi's bandmates and some other friends of his. Everyone looked kind of unique, with dyed long hair or black make-up on their eyelids and lips. It was evident they all had some interests in common with Jyushi, in short. Everyone looked the same... except for mc. In fact it wasn't difficult for Kuko to notice her among all those people. His smile seemed to become wider as his yellow eyes met hers. She gasped- a gasp which ended up being not heard due to the loud music. Her small and soft hand was holding a glass of soda and Kuko couldn't help but chuckle softly and silently. That was something he loved about mc: the fact that she preferred to drink soda to alcohol. His heart melted each time he met her innocent and big eyes, but he didn't let her notice what he was feeling inside in reality.

"Oi, mc!!.. I didn't know I would find you here! Hehe!", he got closer just to take a glass of coca-cola and smirked as he noticed her cheeks getting redder at the sight of him being that close. Mc breathed and tried not to show him that she was embarrassed and that her heart was slowly starting to beat faster. She chuckled and smiled, keeping the eye-contact and answering: "yeah, I wasn't expecting you to come either!.. Weren't you the one who hated crowded spaces?", mc teased him chuckling before drinking some more soda. Kuko let out an amused and scratchy chuckle, holding a glass of coca-cola, before letting his piercing and yellow eyes going up and down on mc's figure: she looked gorgeous and he couldn't really deny it at all. After a few seconds- that seemed to be an eternity- Kuko decided to tease mc back:

"Yeah, that's me. I hate crowded places.. but not when you're around, y'know?..", he let out another scratchy chuckle before winking and coming back to drink some coca-cola. Mc opened her eyes surprised and her cheeks got all red. She didn't manage to speak back that suddenly one of Jyushi's bandmate talked: "Guys!! Why don't we try one of those party games Americans usually do?". Someone suggested a game you had already heard about. It was called "7 Minutes in Heaven" and it consisted in spending 7 minutes in a closet (or into a room) alone with another person. You heard some of the other people at the party starting to suggest: "We should close Kuko with someone...". Someone started laughing and the red-haired monk couldn't help but look at the others with a piercing but confused expression. It was evident he didn't know the rules of the game at all. Although he didn't know, Kuko joined the game anyway. Everyone started deciding about the couple to send into the next-door room. Soon mc and Kuko got closed into that room all alone. Jyushi had suggested to close him with mc because she was the only girl he knew at the party. The V-kei singer was sure it would have been less embarrassing; too bad mc was already starting to feel weak and flustered at the fact of being alone with the monk. Kuko kept cussing towards Jyushi from the other side of the door, until he sighed and turned around to face mc.

"Well... What do we have to do for 7 minutes in here?..", he asked softly. Mc stuttered: "W-We can.. we can do whatever w-we want..", after that she explained him the rules nobody had explained him yet and he nodded, sighing: "Damn.. this game sucks!" At those words he chuckled and smirked at mc. They both were sitting on a bed, mc kept her eyes down until Kuko let out another scratched chuckle and lifted her face with a finger under her chin: "Oi.. Look at me..", his voice became lower somehow and it made mc shiver slightly; his scratched voice had always made her feel something strange, but lowered-down it sounded even more charming. Mc looked up at him and saw an unusual light into his eyes. In a blink of an eye his lips were pressed on hers and his hand was holding the back of her head, pulling her closer. Mc gasped in the kiss. It was certaintly something she was expecting to happen. And time seemed to go so fast as mc realized that he was lying on the top of her body, his lips still pressing with more passion against hers and his hands pressing her against the mattress. Mc's eyes opened wide as Kuko pulled away only to look at her eyes. He let out a schatched but low chuckle at the sight of her surprised red cheeks. He caressed her face and whispered:

"You're so cute.... I know you like me, mc...", he whispered and she could only open her eyes even wider, feeling her heart skipping a beat at the realization. "Y-you... you knew...?", she whispered softly, his lips still close, barely touching hers. He chuckled and brought his lips on her neck, gently but confidently biting it. Mc gasped softly in response, her heart beating like crazy and her mind panicking. What if the others saw them? Was it wrong that she felt like wanting more? Why did it feel so wrong but right at the same time? Just... Why? Her neck started sweetly burning due to all those marks Kuko was playfully leaving on her. But she didn't stop him at all. Each time he pulled away slightly only to look at her sparkling eyes.. each time he met her innocent eyes, he couldn't help but felt his heart melting in all that warmth he was able to feel only with her. He kept leaving small and sweet bites on her neck, drawing a path down to her collarbone. That's when one of his hand started sliding under mc's skirt, massaging her thigh:

"..Damn.. your warm and soft skin is able to drive crazy even an humble monk like me... Hehe! You should get aware of your beauty.. You're... simply perfect..."

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angelltheninth · 3 months

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Could you write fem Reader and Ichijiku Kadenokoji with the prompt “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”?

She does have the perfect thighs for that.

Pairing: Ichijiku Kadenokoji x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, power dynamic, thigh riding, nipple sucking, giving orders, kissing, ass slapping, dom/sub dynamic

A/N: She has pillows both up and down.

155. “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”

"Don't give me that kicked puppy look. It won't work on me, you know it won't." Ichijiku smacked your ass in discipline, smirking at your lips, pressed so tight and still little whines escaped from you. "It's my thigh or nothing, I'm not helping you get off." And no amount of begging would break you, that was clear to you.

"But... can't you feel how horny I am?" Your hips rolled forward and backward slowly, your pussy dragging across her thick thigh, making it wetter.

You could feel the muscle flexing, only making the ache between your legs worse because there was nothing for your pussy to tighten against. The only stiff body parts were Ichijiku's nipples which you latched onto to keep your moans and whines back.

"Such a brat. You don't get what you want so you throw a fit. I know you can come from my thigh alone. Or is it not good enough for you?" Her nails dig into your ass, jolting your hips forward again. You moaned around her nipple, "If this won't do then you're not getting anything until you get home." You whined again, holding back tears of frustration.

She wasn't gonna help you, she was here to tell you what you do, not aid you in doing it. To disobey her would mean giving yourself punishment. All you could do was listen. You braced yourself against her, licking over the tattoo on her breast, tracing it with your tongue as your hips finally started moving seriously.

"Good girl. It's good that you understand." You did understand. You knew where you stood, where your place was. Fortunately Ichijiku didn't mind that it was on her thigh, using it for your pleasure on her orders.

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hypnomicimagines · 1 year

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Drabble prompt 18 with Ichiro please?

Yamada Ichiro:

Shower Together: Taking a shower with the character.

“Come here!”

Ichiro never understood what a siren’s call might sound like until he’d met you.

“My brothers… they’re waiting on us…”

“It won’t be too long, promise! Pretty please?”

The promise of your naked form covered in bubbles was too much temptation for even a man as strong as Ichiro to withstand, and he finds himself lured into the steamy bathroom without another attempt at resistance. His brain was hardly functioning as he stripped himself of his own clothing, praying his brothers had taken a recent lesson in patience. His thoughts are scrubbed clean of anything but you as your naked body pressed against his the second he stepped foot in the shower.

“Can you wash my hair, Ichi? And tell me if you like the smell of my new shampoo~” He grabbed the color container off to the side he knew was yours and poured some in his hand, suddenly overwhelmed and a little embarrassed; he had never gotten hard over a scent before but this one was so very you…

Ichiro’s body sticks to yours, refusing to give an inch of space up. His non-soapy hand turned your head to face him and quickly his tongue made its way into your mouth. You almost giggled as he multi-tasked, using his free hand to expertly spread the shampoo through your hair. Your laughter died down purely due to the feeling of his dick against you, your own mind now eagerly awaiting your boyfriends next move which would surely be to bend you over and fuck you as quietly as he could.

His movements may be rushed but Ichiro never sacrificed your pleasure, hand dipped between your legs and stroking with in rhythm with his thrusts. When he bites down on your shoulder to silence his own groans you feel immense pride, reaching back to gently cradle his head as he comes. You exchange a few more heated but playful kisses, getting a nice slap on Ichiro’s ass as he finally managed to pull himself out of the shower.

The pout and glare combination you received after told you quite a few things, but at the top of the list was that you would pay for that later.

When Ichiro finally gets to walk downstairs the scent of cherry blossoms follow. Neither brother turned to look at him though he was sure they heard his descent, so he busied himself in the kitchen.

“Ah, hey, have you seen Ichi-nii?” Ichiro was startled when Saburo called your name and even more surprised that he didn’t recognize it was him who had come down. “Is he not feeling well?”

“Eh? I’m right here.” Saburo and Jiro both whipped their head toward the kitchen to face him. “How about some breakfast?”

“…” Both younger siblings exchanged a glance.

“Why did you think it was them and not aniki?”

“You didn’t notice either! And I… don’t know why I just assumed. I just hard someone come down the stairs and the smell…”

“Do you think he’s using a new body wash?”

“No way…”

“…I wonder if maybe he was pranked and they switched his shampoo out… That has to be it, right?”

They didn’t think about it for a second longer.

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partyofwords · 15 days

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For a request - having tea with Jakurai? Possibly romantic, afab reader.

Summary: Jakurai harbors feelings for you. What better way to confess than over tea?

Pairing: Jakurai Jinguji X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 867

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I love getting HypMic requests and this one was so cute! I hope you like it! I really enjoyed writing it!

It was Jakurai's idea to invite you over for tea. He had gotten a lot closer to you in the past few weeks and he really wanted to get to know more about you. Of course, when Hifumi caught wind of the doctor's plans, he tried to plan the whole affair. But Jakurai was firm in his insistence that he would handle this little tea party on his own. Though he pouted, Hifumi did ask to be filled in on all the details afterwards, which he agreed to as an attempt to pacify him.

Before you arrived, Jakurai made sure his apartment was spotless. He picked the best dishes, made tasty little treats, and brewed his best blend of tea. A wave of anxiety rushed over him and he wasn't quite sure as to why. Eventually, he chalked it up to just being anxious over spending time with someone he didn't know a lot about and wanting to make a good impression so they could continue their relationship.

When you knocked on the door, he warmly welcomed you. You returned his greeting with a bright smile that seemed to glow in the afternoon sun. Your smile and your gorgeous spring dress made his heart skip a beat. That's when he realized where the anxiety was actually coming from. He was interested in pursuing a romantic relationship with you, and today's meeting would decide whether or not you'd be compatible with each other.

You complimented his apartment, mentioning how you liked the decor and how welcoming the atmosphere seemed. He thanked you and directed you to where you would be having tea. You perched on one of his easy chairs, and Jakurai couldn't help but imagine you always sitting there, claiming it as your spot. You were sitting in the perfect place where the sun softly shone on your hair and you could see everything in the room without too much effort. It was the optimal spot for comfort and functionality. He wanted you to use that chair every time you came over.

After pouring you a cup of tea, you complimented the taste and smell of the brew. He explained how he got such a fragrant and sweet tea by combining his favorite tea leaves and getting the right measurements to make the perfect cup of tea. You listened intently, even leaning in as if what he was saying was the most fascinating thing in the world. He couldn't help but become completely enamored with you. He knew right then and there, he was sunk.

Eventually, the topic of conversation moved on to your work and how things were going at your job. It was Jakurai's turn now to listen to you with fascination. He found he wasn't bored with what you were discussing, even if you yourself did. He liked the sound of your voice. It was pleasing to the ear and just the right amount of animation. He was truly smitten by you and he didn't want this lovely tea party to end.

It wasn't until the sun was getting low in the sky that you decided to call it a night. Halfway through the tea party, when the tea had run dry, you both switched to coffee. While Jakurai himself wasn't a fan, he was pleasantly surprised to see you liked both coffee and tea. Though it wasn't that big of a deal, to him it felt like an intimate detail about you. He now knew how you took your tea and your coffee, meaning he could make you a drink and know exactly how you liked it.

Now, Jakurai is a gentleman, so of course he insisted on walking you home. You only lightly protested, but allowed him to nonetheless. Again, the two of you talked about anything and everything under the sun as you walked to your apartment. He loved engaging conversation. You always knew exactly what to say. He couldn't help but wonder if this was what falling in love felt like. Regardless of if it was or not, he knew he never wanted to let go.

When you reached your apartment, you shyly bid him good night but did not go in. It was as if you were waiting for something. And he was waiting for it too. So he came right out and said it.

"My dear, would you be willing to go out on a date with me next week?"

"Why, Dr. Jakurai. I thought you'd never ask!"

With that, you pressed a soft, pleasant kiss to his cheek, bid him good night once more, and slipped into your apartment building.

Jakurai, on the other hand, was frozen on the steps. His hand went to his cheek to lightly trace where your lips had just been. He didn't expect that. It seems you were still full of surprises with him. And he wanted to experience all of the surprises you had to offer for the rest of his life.

So with a self-contented smile, Jakurai began to walk back to his apartment, thinking of all the different date spots he could take you. And of course, as soon as he arrived home, he told Hifumi and Doppo everything.

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