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entirelysein-e · 1 month ago

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『 Three is now a crowd 』

☼ synopsis: Takeomi decided it's time to share his sweet girlfriend with his friends

☼ characters: Takeomi Akashi, Wakasa Imaushi, Keizo "Benkei" Arashi

☼ wc: 1.7k

☼ cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, fingering, oral (m!receiving), spanking like once, facial, cum eating, protected and unprotected sex, double penetration (vaginal, anal), squirting, creampie, using of "Slut", praising, pet names

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You tried to keep a straight face at the table with your boyfriend's friends, even though his fingers were knuckle deep inside of your core, slowly curling right against your sweet spot to tease you and get you to fall apart in front of his friends.

“Are you not feeling okay?” Benkei asked concerned, seeing your eyebrows knit together, completely unaware of the situation under the table. All you could do is give him a nod followed by a mumbled “mhm” trying to show him a small smile.

Of course he didn't push it any further, deciding to believe you, otherwise Takeomi wouldn't be so calm if something was wrong.

Right before you had the chance to tumble over the edge he removed his fingers, giving you a smirk and proceeded to act like nothing ever happened. With hot cheeks you were sitting there now, wanting nothing more than to be bent over this very table and get fucked stupid on your boyfriends dick… But you couldn't, right?

Wakasa was the next to grow worried about how giddy you have become, unable to sit still for a second and to be honest, it started to get on his nerves.

“Can't you sit still for a damn second?” He asked slightly annoyed, earning a chuckle from your beloved. That was the moment Wakasa picked up on what was going on right in front of them

“Disgusting. Get a room,” he grumbled, leaving you to grow even more flustered at getting busted just like that.

“Are you sure about that Waka? Wouldn't you want to see?” Takeomi teased his friend who shrugged his shoulders.

“Where's the fun in just watching?” He asked unbothered, wanting to join in on the fun.

It was Benkei's turn to be flustered now.

“You shouldn't talk like that about her,” He growled, shooting a daggers at his friend with his eyes, even though the thought of seeing your lips wrapped around his length made his pants grow tighter by the minute.

“Oh I don't think she would mind being shared. She's a good little slut” Takeomi hummed and you looked down, unable to look any of them in the eyes.

“Is that what you want, flower? Want my friends to have some fun with you?” He asked, making sure that's what you actually wanted.

Once you found your courage again you looked up at him.

“I-i wouldn't mind… But isn’t three a bit much?” You asked shy, having talked about having one of his friends joining you two before, but not more.

Takeomi chuckled again and grabbed your chin rather harsh before kissing you passionately

“Three is not a crowd. Three is just a start.” He whispered against your lips when He pulled away, kissing down your neck after.

“You can tell us to stop at any time, yeah?” He reassured you, biting your sensitive spot on your neck which made you you gasp and nod.

This was all Wakasa needed, attaching his lips to the other side of the neck, the softness of his lips taking you by surprise, letting your hands get tangled in his hair. All you could do was rub your thighs together, enjoying the attention of both men as the heat in your lower abdomen grew. Eventually you reached out for Benkei who was just watching the scene with pink cheeks, carefully pulling him towards you

“Would you look at that. So needy,” your boyfriend teased you as you connected your lips with the tall man, feeling Wakasa’s hand travel under your shirt to feel your soft skin.

It felt divine, having three men touch you like that, but it was short lived. Takeomi took off your clothes so you were completely bare in front of his friends, arms covering your chest out of instinct

“Changed your mind?” He asked caring but you shook your head, taking a deep breath before letting your arms fall to your sides again, a soft groan coming from your lover.

Before you knew it he pushed you down on your knees, his already hard cock slapping against your lips

“Open up sweetheart, give them a good show,” He cooed and you opened your mouth, barely wrapping your lips around his tip when he pushed your head down all the way, catching you by surprise as he fucked your throat without mercy.

The metal of belts was all you heard, indicating that the other men got ready for their turn as well. You looked up at Takeomi with tear stained eyes when he pulled you off.

“Go on, make them feel good,” He encouraged you, your slick already staining your legs from the anticipation.

When you turned around, Wakasa was the first to grab you by the hair, doing the same as your boyfriend did before, harshly pushing your head down onto him to get the pleasure he wanted, hearing you gag around him from the pace he set.

“Shit- Why did you not let us do this sooner?” Wakasa growled, not faltering in his pace.

As much as Benkei wanted to have his turn with you, he simply got on the ground and pulled your hips up so you were on all fours, slight panic rising at the thought that he would just take you without any preparation but with a slap to your ass he reassured you.

“Don't worry darling, gonna make you feel good,” He hummed before pushing two of his long fingers into your dripping core which earned a moan from you.

“Don't get lost, Babygirl,” Wakasa chuckled and thrusted his hips to remind you of your task.

Benkei clearly knew what he was doing, having you clench around him in a matter of a few minutes and guiding you through your orgasm as Wakasa pulled out of your mouth, releasing all over your face with a loud groan.

While you licked up what you could, you heard rustling behind you, feeling the absence of fingers inside of you, quickly getting replaced by the tip of a cock, eyes scanning the room for Takeomi.

“Right here, flower,” he reassured you as Benkei entered your tight cunt, careful to go slow as to not hurt you. With wide eyes you looked over to your boyfriend, pure bliss in his face as he watched another man take you.

Benkei pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in, snapping his hips against you repeatedly and leaving you a moaning mess from the pleasure you felt, animalistic growls coming from him.

Takeomi pulled you back to reality when He cupped your cheek and kissed you loving.

“You'r doing so good, such a good girl for us,” He reassured you and looked for any sign of discomfort, but your eyes rolled back as the knot inside you tightened.

“Fuck- squeezing me so good,” Benkei moaned out, a deep groan rumbling through his chest before He pulled out, positioning you on top of him so you can ride him.

Strong hands guided you down his impressive length, a thumb lazily playing with your clit when you heard the rustling of another condom package being opened behind you.

“Be a good girl and take them both,” Takeomi hummed from above you and you nodded eagerly, spreading your cheeks for Wakasa who could only chuckle. “Never knew you were such a cock hungry slut,” He teased, lining himself up with your puckered hole before bullying his way inside.

The stretch was almost too much to handle, since you never felt this full before. You collapsed onto Benkei's broad chest, both men staying completely still to get you used to the feeling.

You needed a while to give them the okay, leaning up to kiss Benkei as they both started at a slow pace until you were moaning loudly, gradually picking up their pace. It didn't need long for your second orgasm to ripple through your body, both men hissing and groaning at how hard you clenched around them, bouncing yourself against them to signal that you want more. You were nowhere near done, making your lover chuckle.

“Told you she’s a good little slut,” he hummed content, grabbing your jaw yet again to pull you upwards.

“Don't forget about me,” he spat and tapped your lips with his cock again, letting you go at your own pace this time, knowing you’re probably overwhelmed by it all.

And how right he was, the third orgasm already building again. Benkei was quick to notice as he started to rub your bundle of nerves again, wanting to feel you squeeze around him again to throw him over the edge. Both men picked up their pace, eager to release with you when your thighs started to shake and Takeomi knew all too well what was about to follow so he pushed himself all the way inside of your throat.

This was all you needed, a gush of liquid drenching Benkei's abs as you came around them, squirting from the intensity of being so full.

Both men couldn't hold back any longer, groans and grunts echoed through the room as they came inside their condoms, hips slowing down before pulling out of you.

Takeomi picked you up without giving you a second to calm down and pushed you down on his length, wanting to release inside of you while you were babbling things that made no sense - fucked completely dumb when he emptied his load into your plush walls with a moan of your name. He held you close to himself after pulling out, not caring that his cum ran down his legs as it leaked from your abused hole.

“You were so good, my flower, such a good girl. Let’s get you cleaned up,” He hummed, suddenly being soft with you again.

All you could do was nod, too tired to form words, which made the three chuckle

“Maybe next time she can teach Shin how to fuck a woman,” Wakasa joked as He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear as Benkei got you some water after getting dressed again.

You kept falling asleep while Takeomi cleaned you up, barely hearing the sweet things he whispered to you, all you were able to catch was a soft “i love you”.

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sirthisisa-wendys · 5 months ago

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Wendy

Welcome back

Also

How would ran, hakkai, smiley, angry, benkei and Sanzu

React if their s/o asked to touch their hair?

Oooooooof

I’ll do a few sentences for each one lol

Ran Haitani

“Can I touch your hair, Ran?” The jet black and blonde haired man looks at you with disgust.

“No.”

“Please?” you beg, putting on your best pout. “I promise I won’t ruin it.” Ran holds up a single hand, then pushes your face away.

“Fuck no.”

Hakkai Shiba

“Can I touch your hair, Hakkai?” The question is innocent and gentle, and Hakkai… Well, his weakness is your innocence and gentleness.

“There’s not much to touch,” he chuckles, already stooping down so you can run your hands over his buzz cut. “But you’re always free to touch, y/n.” When you beam at him, his heart squeezes in his chest, and your coos of wonder drive him to his knees. Literally.

Souya Kawata & Nahoya Kawata

Your hands are already in the twins’ hair as they sit on a couch side by side, playing video games. Neither of them make a sound - this is normal, this is fine - but you can feel Souya’s body tense as your hand gets stuck in his tangled locks.

“Um…” You begin to protest, but then fall silent as Souya turns to glare at you.

“Don’t.” You freeze, stuck to his hair behind the couch. “You fuck around and find out sometimes, huh, y/n?”

Sanzu Haruchiyo

“Haru, can I touch your hair?”

Silence precedes Sanzu bending over to let you touch his soft, pink locks. You hum in appreciation and approval, despite the fact that his eyes are following your every move.

“You take such good care of it,” you remark, but Sanzu says nothing still. When you’re done, he straightens up and awkwardly pats your head twice. And as he walks away - back to finish whatever he was doing before - you wonder if he’s ever had that type of affection from anyone.

Keizo Arashi

You’re locked in a chokehold on the mat, your fingers the only thing preventing you from tapping out and surrendering to the giant that is Benkei. “It’s simple; I just want… to touch your… hair.”

“My hair?” He scoffs, then releases you from the death grip. “You’re training and almost fighting for your life, and you want touch my hair?”

“Yes!” you gasp, holding your neck. “I know it’s basically a buzz cut but I want to touch it!” Instead of bending down to let you stroke his strands, Keizo lifts you up so you can see the top of his bleached white hair. You hold a shaky hand up - you’re so far off the ground! - and feel the coarse but still tamed mane with awe.

“It feels so…”

“So…?”

“So unique.” Keizo nearly drops you to the mat.

“Time’s up,” he snaps, but you see the hint of a blush tinging the tops of his ears.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani #souya kawata x reader #souya kawata #nahoya kawata x reader #nahoya kawata #keizo arashi x reader #keizo arashi #haruchiyo sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo x reader

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n30n-l1ghts · 6 days ago

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Tokyo revengers basic NSFW headcannons pt. 2

Characters- Taiju, Inui, Koko, Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, Izana, Shinichiro, Wakasa, Benkei, Takeomi

Read the first part here

Proofread by my lovely partner @nxll-n4m3

Taiju-

Chat I think we know. I think we KNOW this man has a MONSTER cock chat. Ain't nobody arguing that. He's 6'5" and built like a fucking 18 wheeler, yeah no question he's hung. 8.7. and I KNOW that's unethical. Trust me, he knows it too. And he'd be more cocky about it if it didn't dissuade almost everyone from even attempting to take that. I feel like he wouldn't have much, if any experience. I can see him sleeping around a teensy bit to relieve stress and then getting really guilty about it. But then again, he's a very pious man, so I can also absolutely see him saving himself for marriage (though he might cheat a teensy bit with oral or mutual masturbation) speaking of which, this man is SO guilty about falling for a guy. You're gonna have to deal with the world's most internalized homophobe ever. Religious trauma is a hell of a thing. A swift topic change, grooming. I don't see him caring much, but he will tidy it up a bit if you want him to. All while very loudly grumble curses under his breath of course. Long, thick, black and surprisingly not all that curly.

Seishu-

He gives me the vibe of someone who can be surprisingly subby if he trusts you enough. But he'd need to REALLY trust you to be that vulnerable in your presence. He's absolutely a switch and I don't think he actually has much of a preference, apart from the fact that he's more top and dom leaning the less he knows you. Then again, he has to trust you a fair amount to get into bed with you anyways, this boy does not sleep around even a little. Actually he hates the idea and finds it a little scumbaggy. As for physical description, pretty middle of the road both in size and grooming. 6.2-3, absolutely a grower and not a shower. His cock is the same really pale colour as his skin. He keeps himself a little tidy down south, but can't be bothered to give it more than a trim every now and again. Wispy and blonde, honestly looks almost white in the right lighting.

Koko-

Fancy rich boy smells like fancy rich soap and fancy rich cologne. Nah jk, that man wears perfume not cologne, and honestly, more power to him, he pulls it the fuck off. I think he's very cleanly. Clean, orderly, and fancy shmancy. Tell me why I think he'd own stupid expensive lingerie? I know he would. He swears up down and sideways the first time you find them that they're not for him to wear (they totally are). Pretty big toy collection too, can't convince me otherwise. This man needs his ass ate, I don't make the rules, I just work here. He NEEDS IT. He's super clean down there so it's not gross or anything, and it's just about his favorite activity. In other words, eat the rich- (who said that-) decent 5.7, not particularly large, but enough to get the job done. He's another one I feel like honestly might prefer being clean shaven. He might have a small tuft of curly black hairs, but it would definitely be meticulously kept as he can't stand the feeling of too much hair down there, it annoys him to no end.

Ran-

Biggest tease. BIGGEST TEASE. Brat. BRAT. He's a switch, but by God is he a pain in the ass as a bottom. He doesn't know the meaning of the word submit. He will get on your nerves and try to provoke you until you're fed up and just bend him over the nearest surface. Lowkey gives me the vibe of an exhibitionist. Like, semi-public sex would turn him on so much. Drag him into a bathroom or random alleyway and he'll pop an instant boner. Definitely a brat taming kink and it goes both ways, it's just whoever feels like putting the other in their place, he's cool with it either way. Pull his hair, wrap your hand around his throat, he's a lil freaky freak like that. Really though, an experimentalist, he's willing to try damn near anything at least twice. Definitely has a fair amount of experience, total fuckboy over here. He has a revolving door of guys and gals that want to get in those pants. It's really not that hard to do, what is hard to do is get into that heart. (Cheesy I know) But seriously, if you somehow manage to actually bag this man, you have him under lock and key and he's yours forever, loyal as a dog despite what you might think. Probably about 6.10ish maybe pushing 7" when fully erect. Man's is six feet tall, he's got some length to him, just saying. I feel like he would stay on top of grooming pretty alright, largely because of how much he likes to sleep around, he needs to be presentable down there at all times just in case he randomly bags a hottie while he's out. After getting into a relationship, he's a bit more indifferent to it, but still likes to keep it a little tidy for your sake.

Rindou-

A lot of people assume he's also a fuckboy because of Ran, he's not, and that assumption actually bugs him a lot. He finds sleeping around to be pointless and stupid, and he lowkey kind of silently judges Ran for it. He's a sadistic assholes that loves mocking your whining. At least in the bedroom, he's surprisingly sweet otherwise and just in general. But that same sadistic side that shows when he's fighting shows through during sex. I feel like he might bottom with some convincing, but he'll also be a brat. (A brat that sobs openly when edged enough) However he'll do the same to you when things are the other way around. To my masochistic brothers, here's your man. He's safe and consensual about it, maybe periodically checking up on you but he will absolutely pull your hair, bite you, whip you, spank you, slap you, hell maybe even spit on you if that's your thing. He's a pretty big S&M guy in general, but is the world's biggest enthusiast of *safely* practicing bdsm. Informed consent is key with this man (as it fucking should be). He's the type who likes music in the background, but he is willing to let you choose the music. He can go without, but he prefers it with. 6.7 in length I feel like sounds about right for him. He may or may not decide to actually groom down there, no real guarantee, it depends on the day and how he feels. I headcannon him to be borderline or straight up gender fluid, swapping between cis masc and enby. Some days he prefers it with a little bush and other days he's just like "No. No this cannot do, it must go." So, y'know- ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Sanzu-

Oh, where do I even start with this batshit crazy bastard of a druggie (He's just like me frfr). Admittedly, probably doesn't sleep around much, even though he tries. His crazy scares almost everyone away, if the scars didn't already do the trick (wanna know how I got these scars lookin' headass) but honestly, you probably met him at a bar or a club, and he was probably flirting with you because he's high as shit. I can't see him easily getting into a relationship, but when he does he's absolutely infatuated. Devoted. You are his god. It's almost unsettling how far he's willing to go for you. That also translates into the bedroom. He has his preferences, (AHEM body worship) but assuming he truly does love you and it's not just some spur of the moment one nighter, he's more than willing to do anything, and I mean ANYTHING to please you. No kink too nasty or too far for him. He'll do that in everyday life too. If want him to buy something for you, legal or illegal, he'll do it. He'll make it happen. You hate someone, or someone getting creepy on you? They suddenly go *cough cough* "missing". He loves him some high sex, but I can see him wanting to be at least mostly sober during sex if you're dating. To savor the experience, really. He would totally get high after though. Snorting lines after sex is his go to. A little on the smaller side-ish, maybe around 5.4 or so. But he can use it pretty well if he's sober. He gets sloppy and borderline animalistic when high. He does not care AT ALL about grooming, but again he'd blow up the sun for you if he truly loves you, so he'd do it before you could finish blinking if you ever asked him to.

Izana-

Our favorite half Filipino boy right here. First things first. Sensitive. This man is so incredibly starved for attention and love, he can handle the hardest punches like a champ, but if you lightly and lovingly trace his skin, he's gone. He's dead, putty in your hands. His mind buffers like he's running on widows xp with dial up. He cannot compute this. Rough sex he's fine with, it's probably what he's used to, what he's comfortable with. But soft, gentle, slow sex? It's gonna take a minute to build up to that point. But seriously, hold this man like he's made of glass for a minute, he needs it. He'll complain about it, but he loves it. He so desperately needs someone to show him that sunshine and rainbows even exist at all. He's possesive too. If you show him an ounce of affection, he'll demand gallons and will never let anyone near you. Because how dare you even consider showing anyone else that same affection? It's like how he hates Mikey because of his jealousy over Shinichiro. Anyone who he deems to be a threat, he'll hate them (he's borderlining yandere) Really he's just jealous because he's insecure, give him reassurance and he'll calm down. Well, somewhat. I can imagine him being pretty middle of the road, 5.8 would be my guess. Another type who doesn't pay much mind to his grooming down there, especially in the time skip. Much like Sanzu, this man damn near worships you, so yeah, he'd start manscaping in a heartbeat if you wanted him to. Just ask and he'll do it. Main difference is with Sanzu you 100% have to tell him verbally or he'll never pick up on. Izana may or may not notice if you dislike it, still better to just tell him though. (Communication is good chat, talk to your partners jfc)

Shinichiro-

Awkward dork. Total dweeb and I mean that in the most affectionate way possible. He's a loser and a lame-o, and we all love him for it. He's so babygirl coded fr. He will do everything in his power to please you (and probably fail miserably) whether in the bedroom or not. He tries though, his heart is in the right place and that's what counts. Though he can get a little dejected and self conscious about it, so you just have to remind him that it doesn't bother you and that he's fine the way he is. Please tell him he's fine the way he is. He's tried to dirty talk once before, but ended up stuttering and then became self aware halfway through, visibly cringing because let's be honest, whatever he said was probably pretty cringy. But it just wound up in both of you laughing about it, both in the moment, and looking back on it later. But he does really love you, and it shows in everything he does. I feel like he'd really like cuddle fucking and missionary. Really, he just wants to feel close to you. He likes to be able to hug you while you fuck. He can't dirty talk for the life of him as previously discussed, so he's usually not very verbal, only really moaning out curses or your name. Don't get me wrong, he's vocal, just not verbal. Occasionally when he's in the mood for a more rough type of encounter, he can and will turn into a babbling mess underneath you. However, if you dirty talk to him at all, he will absolutely lose his mind and go beet red, hiding his face in your chest or the crook of your neck. This boy loves nothing more than looking into your eyes, carresing you and kissing you during sex. He's a hopeless romantic is what he is. Actually decently long, 7.6, makes sense, he's over six foot. I feel like he'd definitely try to groom down there when you're dating, but he might fuck up a little and nick himself a couple times. But as always, hell make an effort to look his best and do his best for you.

Wakasa-

Ahem. Point to the best ass eater please?

👉w a k a s a i m a u s h i👈

But seriously. This man's tongue is magical (yes I'm biased, he's my fav leave me tf alone) but really, he gives me the vibe of someone who knows what he's doing. He's got experience and ✨talent✨ in regards to sexy time. And he's strong enough to toss your ass around like a raggedy anne doll, even despite how short he is. C'mon, he's owns a gym and he absolutely kicks ass in a fight, you cannot convince me he couldn't throw me like a tennis ball (I want him to so badly.) Stoner vibes. Hardcore stoner vibes. This man is constantly at least a little buzzed and he's absolutely a plug. You cannot convince me otherwise, I won't listen. This shit is gospel. I feel like he'd be willing to put in some effort for his s/o, but he's a total pillow princess at heart. Whether you're riding him or railing him, as long as he feels good and doesn't have to do shit, he's a happy boy. Really he's just spoiled, doesn't feel like working for a damn thing. He'll get really pouty if you make him beg or work for it, but if you torment and torture him enough he'll comply eventually. Waka is another body worshiper I feel like. Sure, he's a pillow princess, but he likes to have his hands roaming every inch of you at all possible times. His hands and his lips. The softest touches paired with the softest kisses, peppered all over your skin because he just can't get over how perfect you are to him. If you've read my Akihiko x Stoner reader fic, I can imagine that type of scenario. You riding him or him riding you while you share a blunt, just hotboxing yourselves in your room with slow, lazy sex, all of your sense through the damn roof. Another music lover, just something soft and really chill in the background, even better when paired with a good blunt. He's touchy in general when he's high, always having to have contact with you, and he just can't keep himself off of you, same applies to the bedroom, always caressing you without even realizing it. He's packing a relatively solid 5.6. not shabby considering that he's five foot fucking three. Short king, but we love him anyways. I SAID WE STAND WITH OUR SHORT KINGS. He strikes me as the type who grooms semi-frequently, but doesn't obsess about it. He's a lazy guy, but at the same time he doesn't like to be gross y'know? He maintains it, but it's the bare minimum.

Benkei-

Gentle giant, anyone? Because that's what he is. At least when he's with you. Sure, he's only 6'2", but he's pretty fucking wide too. That, and his overall demeanour and personality just gives him the vibe of a big guy. Despite his strength and his tendency to have a hot temper sometimes, he's surprisingly gentle with you. Of course, that's unless you ask him not to be. He'd never dare lay a hand on you in everyday life, but the bedroom has different rules as we all know. He's a big fan of setting up concrete and mutually agreed upon boundaries, and there always has to be a safe word. (Honestly how it should be) Even if you don't have a consent kink, it is undeniabley impressive how hot he can make asking you for verbal consent. He needs explicit verbal consent each time, and absolutely refuses to do anything if either of you are even a little intoxicated unless it was previously discussed. He's such a gentleman in that respect honestly. He'll always listen to your preferences and prioritize your needs first. Even if your into that freaky shit and he's telling you he's just using you as a cock sleeve, really he's always chasing your pleasure more than his own. It's just how he rolls. 7.10, and I will not elaborate. That seems pretty appropriate for him, honestly. He likes to have a bush, but he likes to keep it well kept and trimmed, like how he keeps his beard quite orderly. So there is a tuft of hair down there, black or white, I'm not sure (his natural hair colour isn't confirmed, but I doubt he'd bother dying it.) and it is very well kept. Manscaping is just a part of his everyday routine, same as maintaining his facial hair, he doesn't even think twice about it anymore.

Takeomi-

Another slightly awkward dork, but he tries to pretend he's all confident. May or may not lie about how much experience he has. He might tell you he's slept around a fair bit and dated a lot of people to impress you, but it's obvious he hasn't by how nervous he gets around you. He desperately tried to hide his nervousness too. We all know he's greedy and can get a little self obsessed at times. And I can see why that might make you think that he'd be too much of a narcissist to be a good partner, and I'd say you're only about a quarter right. Yes, having a partner like you would absolutely go to his head a bit. He thinks you're like the best person to ever grace this earth, so he thinks it's a major flex that you'd choose *him* of all people. He would absolutely show you off like some kind of trophy, number one hype man right here. You become his source of pride, next to his gang. I fully believe he's another straight up worshipping type, he thinks you're way too good for him, and as a result hails you like some kind of god and will flaunt you with pleasure. Though if close enough to him, he might be more willing to be vulnerable around you and admit to his overwhelming insecurities and lack of self esteem. It's no secret that his sense of self worth is derived from achievements and material possessions, which is just a tad bit of an issue. Just a tad. This all 100% translates into the bedroom. Tries so hard and fails so miserably to act confident. He'd be more likely to top especially towards the beginning because he feels he has something to prove, he feels that he needs to be more dominant just to show you he cares. But with some time, discussion and a fuckload of reassurance, he'd be willing to bottom. May or may not feel a bit emasculated by it though. Could be a bit of a whiner/whimperer, but again, it takes him a minute to be that comfortable. It's not that he doesn't trust you, he just really doesn't want you to think less of him. Same thing applies to grooming. The only reason he even tries is because he wants to look halfway decent for you. He wants to impress and come across as though he cares. If he cares for himself that makes it seem like he's more capable of caring for you, right? Well, that's his logic anyways. Likes to keep a decent sized tuft of hair because it makes him feel more masculine. Pretty well kept though if I'm being honest, he does a halfway decent job.

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penrose-quinn · 5 months ago

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Lost Generation

A breeze whistled between your footsteps, ambling in a slow, thoughtless pace that had him thinking both of you had all the time in the world, even if the road ahead was just another meandering path to a farewell. “You'd stay in Black Dragons for a long time, right?”

pairings: benkei | keizo arashi/reader ❁ background (oblivious) shinichiro sano/reader

content tags: companion piece prequel to green light and spin-off to couldn't tell. first gen black dragons ultraviolence era. gender neutral reader. summer coming-of-age ft. gangs. lots of bromance and bickering. mostly friendship. growing up together and growing apart. beach trip. preemptive grief. tw: violence (and glorification of violence), shady gang behavior, underage drinking and smoking, and minors getting tattoos. there's a weird age gap scene with college-aged women showing interest in someone younger, nothing sexual happens but still. everyone is 17-18 here.

a/n: like my waka fic, this is mostly platonic!first gen black dragons x reader but more benkei and bromance and beaches. also no one man-crushes harder than benkei lol. btw it's not necessary to read my other installments for this and lots of flashbacks interspersed in the plot!

couldn't tell ❁ green light ❁ read on ao3

From the highway to Chiba, it’s like all of you parted the sea on your motorcycles.

Benkei smelled salt everywhere. There was no end to the ocean that surrounded the road ahead, the industrial plants no more but distant daydreams back in Kawasaki, and then he realized he hadn’t been exposed to open water like this, swore to have never ridden a ferry in his life.

His heart was too landlocked in the city to care, but this was all Shin’s idea.

Said he wanted to go to a real beach, all white sand shores, shaved ice, and hot babes.

The journey was still more than an hour-long drive, and Benkei would love nothing more than to throw himself underwater right now. Takeomi wouldn’t stop ranting about the heat and truck traffic. Ignoring his tirade, Wakasa was tanner for baking under the sun. You’re almost caught speeding for badly needing a restroom break, which Shinichiro had to prevent along the way to Umihotaru.

The pitstop was short but unhurried. Takeomi was still at the register while Benkei and Shinichiro soaked up the frosty air of beverage coolers until the store manager told them off. Chewing gum, Wakasa waited with you outside the convenience store. Your gaze was elsewhere, drifting in the waves, and the trance went on upon arriving at Onjuku Beach, crowded in the summertime.

Benkei never got to know what was on your mind, riveted by a statue of two camel riders from a distance.

A water bottle was tapped on his arm, and after he exchanged his thanks, you asked him, “where do you think they’re going?”

“Who knows? The sea maybe,” he replied, uncapping the bottle for a drink and dumping the rest on his face, dribbling cold water all over his collar.

“There are showers here, you know.” Your lips quirked up amusedly, and then you pointed at the shoreline crested over with blue, radiant waves. “Or you can go over there.”

“Got excited.” Benkei grinned, finally shrugging off his open shirt and balling it up to wipe himself. The tattoos on his chest and arms flexed from the motion and it caught the curious eye of a child, building sandcastles. She wasn't old enough to turn them into a wall yet. “Aren’t you gonna swim too?”

“Maybe later. No one’s guarding our stuff,” you said, jerking your head at the beach blanket pile-dumped with bags, a haphazard mess. There's a sweaty t-shirt, a tube squirting a bit of sunscreen on the cloth, and some mixed garbage of snack wrappers and half-empty bottled drinks shoved inside a plastic bag.

Benkei cringed, about to comment, until he got a good look at you. Traded for your glasses was a pair of shades from the bargain bin, making you look like a poser, though with the way you quietly huddled and sat on the blanket, arms tucked to your chest, the obnoxious air dispelled. He joined you, ducking under the umbrella; yellow and blue pinstripes, like the ones rented by couples entwined under the shade. You scooted over to give him more room, your elbows brushing each other.

“Where are the others anyway?”

“Waka went somewhere, I don't know. Shin dragged Takeomi to, well,” a long, expectant sigh, “girls.”

You snorted. “It is a beach. Sure they’re trying to get their dicks wet too.”

Benkei laughed. You never withheld yourself for those two. Perhaps it came from knowing them since childhood.

“Hey, what are the odds? Maybe our weak king might have a chance this time.”

“Or come here crying, same old.” You already sound done though there's a sort of rough affection grating through your words, “Shin's a baby like that.”

“A baby?” Some crybaby who had Tokyo in the palm of his hand. Someone who Benkei had sworn to follow for the rest of his life.

“Yup. So how well do you take rejections?”

“Pretty bad. I’ll cry too if I had to lose someone that way. You?”

You mulled over it for a bit. “I don't know. I haven't confessed to anyone before.”

“Me neither.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Probably would’ve scared ‘em off before I could try.”

“You don't know that yet,” you refuted. “But I think you’ll fall for someone who's brave enough to let you try.”

His lips curled up at that. His vice-captain told him something similar after gaining the love of his now girlfriend, lucky bastard. “You know me that well?”

“Sure I do,” you said cheekily before tilting your head on one side, humming in thought. “At least I know it’d hurt a lot to lose someone like that . . .”

Benkei was unable to add more because it's just as you put it. He didn't mind listening to you most of the time. There's something revealing about your input that he hadn't taken into consideration himself.

Wakasa would've labeled him a blockhead unlike Takeomi who'd been wise enough to not slip aloud that Benkei wasn't the smartest in their group. It's not the reason why he’d been expelled from his first middle school and he didn't see it as a point of shame if he could smite some sense into anyone who thought otherwise.

Benkei just fancied himself a big picture kind of guy, preferring to focus on the broader strokes of something, but maybe that's why he valued your tangents. He wondered if wearing fake glasses helped with your attention to detail, even though he couldn't take you seriously in them.

You pushed up your shades and he sighed. Or in any tacky eyewear you own, really.

“You should talk to some girls,” you prompted suddenly, making him let out a huff, c’mon man, and you shrugged. “Or go surfing then. It's better than cooping yourself here with me.”

“Now you sound like you want me to go away.”

“Never. Just meant you should enjoy the beach while you can.”

“I enjoy being with you.”

A meek, baffled pause. He’d always caught you off guard with big statements like that, wondering if people say that enough to you other than Shinichiro.

You recovered with a simper. “Me too,” still awkward after reciprocating, you changed the subject, “it’d be so nice to swim . . .”

In an attempt to cool off, you're tugging the collar of your t-shirt to fan yourself but it's futile when sweat had already curled on the hairs from the nape of your neck. You hadn't changed into any swimwear yet, and then a more intrusive thought caught up to him.

“Yeah, we should go together.”

“Sure . . .” this time, you removed the stupid shades, your eyes sincere as they met his. “But just so you know, I won't be mad at you if you went ahead of me.”

Blinking, Benkei felt a bit misled by that, and before he could insist on waiting for you, you beat him to it.

“I’ll definitely follow after you till someone takes my place,” you reassured him, gazing back at the sea. “One of us has to stay behind.”

True to your word, you did catch up to him. Wakasa tailed after you from the shore, calf-deep into water.

"What are the two of you doing?" asked Benkei, wading towards you. The sun prickled his damp neck.

"Jellyfish hunting," you stated. "Waka agreed that if he gets stung by one, I get to piss on him. Or the other way around, whoever gets stung first."

When Benkei gawked at you, you offered with a straight face, "wanna join in too?"

Bemused and wide-eyed, Benkei turned his gaze to Wakasa.

"So you're that kind of guy."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Wakasa wasn't really into the kinky stuff. Though for all his standoffishness, he was a lot smoother than what Benkei gave him credit for persuading you to come out here when the bastard had been better at ignoring a person as if they never existed. Or destroying them.

It's more amusing to see him sweat for something – someone adamant as you – which granted Benkei so many chances to sneak in not-so-subtle jabs at him in moments like this. Moments where everyone's dumb and careless and in love with their youth.

"I think I saw—fuck!"

You slipped, about to fall into water, until Benkei grasped the back of your collar and Wakasa caught you by the wrist. All of your shorts were wet from the splashing.

Your shades fell in an awkward drop and you craned your head up at them with a grateful grin, murmuring, “uh, just seaweed . . .”

This didn't deter you in your search. In fact, it made you more motivated. Benkei didn't tell you that there weren't any jellyfish in Onjuku Beach, so did Wakasa. They agreed that your efforts were sort of endearing.

Benkei asked Wakasa if he'd let you piss on him. He didn't answer for awhile until he settled for a shrug.

Sparing him a retort, Benkei didn't repress a chuckle.

Benkei met you when he hurtled himself headfirst into a fight that wasn't his.

It was yours. Though it just didn't sit well with him that those Kodo Rengo pricks had the gall to step into their territory so the enemy of my enemy was my friend and he went along with that logic when he abruptly joined in with the impact of a boulder.

You didn't seem like you were a part of any gang at all. Just a random middle schooler but a target regardless. Not an easy one, that's for sure. You fought like you'd been at it for years, all blood and grit.

You were strong and Ragnarok happened to be in search of that kind of strength so he figured he should recruit you first before someone else did.

The thing was you weren't just a target when you earned quite a reputation, tied to your older brother who was the leader of a gang that ruled Kanto with an iron-fist from some glorious past. His seniors never shut up about it, him and them being a part of something that used to make them invincible.

Someone who you despised and even with the proposition of taking him down after he’s released from his jail sentence, you'd still decline his offer, not giving it much thought. "I'm sort of helping out my friend. Said something about making a gang."

“Ah, so you're already in his gang . . .”

“No, he just always gets into a lot of trouble! If I’m not there, who’s gonna protect him?”

“Protect, huh.”

But that meant he'd have to fight you too one of these days. You didn't tense over his reply, neither a threat nor an insult.

Behind those glasses, there's an edge to your eyes. Your brother's eyes, but they weren't cold and wretched.

Benkei couldn’t recall the last time anyone had insistently called him Arashi-san or had bought him a steamed meat bun out of politeness, even though he’d known for years that polite people would rather not hold his gaze, passing over him in an attempt to shun what didn’t fit in the mold of what defined their monotonous, undisturbed lives.

Regardless, he’s not one to refuse free food and taking another bite of his meat bun, he looked at you closely.

You were terrifying but you seemed sort of nice. In an uptight way.

So Benkei suggested that you and your friend should just join his gang and you blinked at him before wheezing out a short, honest laugh, claiming that he had already set out his dream.

Learning he never equaled you in a fight, it only registered to Benkei that he's a weak guy because strength dictated everything in this brutal side of life. Strength like yours and his. When Benkei asked how he was going to lead a gang, you stood against the brilliant glare of the evening and he thought he saw a glimpse of it.

You smoldered in those colors, one he likened to glory. There was promise in your words.

"You'll see," you said, staring back at him from your shoulder with a smile. "You probably haven't met anyone like him."

The red sun fell on the name from your lips.

Sano Shinichiro.

There’s no history behind his name like yours and it intrigued him so much that he agreed to meet him so that he could beat him up in a fair fistfight, bringing up that whoever's the victor would have you in his gang.

Benkei didn’t lose but the favor went to Shinichiro just because he was the most interesting guy he'd ever met.

He had never met a man who won from his losses. How could one be so triumphant and pathetic at the same time, Benkei didn't know. Though he understood what you meant when you stood by him.

Shinichiro held the things closest to him sacredly and once he called you his friend, he wouldn’t give you up for anything. Benkei didn’t complicate himself to define what kind of relationship you had. All he had to know was how he fought for you against him, against rival gangs, and even against your brother.

Everyone held him in reverence for being a pillar of the delinquent world. Except for you.

Your gaze for him was more familiar, softer, though unlike Takeomi, you disagreed with him in too many instances about his reckless lifestyle and the proposal as one of his captains. Shinichiro would come back to you a second time, third, fourth, perhaps more as to measure the desire to have you join them officially. They were convinced he'd be on his knees if this went on though he held up strong in a battle of fortitude.

Both of you, however, just happened to have the thickest skulls when you butt heads over each other's stubbornness.

"Of course, you're going to be a part of the Black Dragons. Hell, you're even a founding member!"

"You already got what you want! I don't see why you still have to drag me in your gang too."

"I thought we'd do this together? Why not go all the way when you could be my—"

"Should we break them up?"

Wakasa was the one who suggested it after mentioning that you looked like you're about to duke it out. Sensing the escalating tension too, Benkei was about to step in until Takeomi shook his head, cigarette in his hand.

He assured them that you wouldn't hit him for something like that. Another drag of smoke and a sigh.

"Just give 'em time."

Everyone split on a big bowl of mango shaved ice.

Two of you were against red beans mixed in at the suggestion of matcha flavor. It wasn't as fun when the syrup couldn't stain your tongues, but it was refreshingly cold and milky sweet when swimming had failed you under the afternoon scorch of 2 p.m.

Prioritizing dessert didn't ruin your appetites for chatter over lunch: comparing sunburns, college girls in bikinis that were way out of everyone's league, and then a callout about Takeomi having his hair tied back into a bun because it actually drew attention. The scar gave him an edge and inflated his vanity. Some more waffling about what women were into, even though no one probably knew what they're talking about.

You found it weird because they're older than the rest of you and Takeomi brought up that you weren't when you had that dragon tattoo.

“It's not for showing off to have a hookup.”

“Then what’s the tattoo about anyway?” asked Wakasa and his sudden interest had you flustered.

“Yeah, tell us about that.” Benkei smirked with him, cornering you into a hot seat.

“Bet you cried like a pussy when you had it,” retorted Takeomi.

“Bet you are a pussy when you don’t even have one.”

“Hey, you little—"

“Anyway,” Shinichiro cut in, clearing his throat. He plucked a piece of karaage dipped in mayo from your plate because he's the last one waiting for his food and it’d already been thirty minutes. He was nibbling on Benkei’s fries awhile ago. All of you agreed to feed him out of pity. “Why do you have one?”

“You already know!” you hollered, bumping your fist on the table from the betrayal.

“Huh? Don’t remember,” he feigned obliviousness. “I wasn’t with you when you had it done.”

“You’re still sulking about that?”

“Whatever. C’mon, just tell us—”

“Number 105!”

“Finally.” Shinichiro stood up, taking his stub with him before shooting back at everyone, “you better not start anything without me!”

He headed to the popular food stall that had the longest line in the area. Probably was the reason why he was in the mood for grilled eel.

“So how long did you have it?” went on Wakasa, casually chewing on a yakitori stick like a toothpick.

“Hm, it’s been four weeks, I think? It isn’t that sensitive anymore.”

“That’s fine. It’s the same for me when I had mine the first time,” Benkei chimed in.

“It's a hassle to cover up in school, though.”

“Aren’t you committing yourself more to the gang?”

Takeomi interrupted, scrutinizing you under his hard stare. You returned it with an unblinking one.

“Nah, I’m just attached.” You shrugged before leaning back on your palms, smiling a little. “Figured it was kinda obvious.”

On the day Benkei brought you to the tattoo parlor, he thought the dragon was botched when it's facing the wrong direction.

He’d been more indignant about it than you were, not even realizing his voice raised in complaint, until you touched his wrist and censured him for being too loud, apologizing to the frightened artist for the trouble and paying for his service.

He was a new hire, a nervous wreck of face piercings, from somewhere. The tattooing business was still the underground kind and getting hold of an artist often came through word of mouth, shunned for the craft as much as the one whose skin had been inked. It always ran deeper for Benkei. He was ten when he first had his on the cusp of his shoulder until they proudly bloomed all over his chest, surviving his adolescence.

Even behind the saran wrap, the detailed blackwork on the tattoo was impressive, curving around your right calf like a painting. Still . . .

"It's fine. You're looking at me like I'm kinda lame now."

"You're not." Then he gestured his hand at the fallen dragon. You told him before that he articulated his emotions more with his body. Everything around him became askew for it. Passersby twist around a different route from his direction. "Just—it just looks off, you know? Dragons should be flying up and all."

You scoffed. "So you're upset about some bit of symbolism? Yeah, Inoe-san got it wrong but you didn’t have to be an asshole because—"

"I'm upset that you regret this and you can't take it back anymore," he admitted, head hanging low. "And I brought you there . . ."

"I don't want to take it back,” you said, unrepentant of how adults would appraise you for once: a kid with a tattoo, a kid heading nowhere good in life.

There's a war in your eyes. He’s more ashamed of himself for doubting you than letting you down.

Benkei was damn sure there wasn’t an inflatable he hadn’t stepped on or an umbrella he left untipped.

They were scattered everywhere but the beach stretched wide enough for a stroll to not feel so cramped. He’s just avoiding the sunbathers and families who were spread all over the area, waiting to watch the fireworks display tonight.

Because of that, he joined in with you and Takeomi, retreating somewhere in the parking lot.

Benkei didn’t often see you two alone, much less without Shinichiro defusing an argument, though he found a rare solidarity between you smoking together. You were nodding. Takeomi's arms were crossed after sharing a few words with you, stopping short when Benkei stepped in after coming back from the restroom.

He asked if he disrupted something and Takeomi answered that he wasn't, stomping his cigarette with his shoe. You followed after him when your eyes narrowed at the strangers emerging before you in serpent-emblemed uniforms, some gang from Kansai judging from the accents. Jormungandr.

You seemed more annoyed than anxious about getting jumped. Takeomi didn't mind an introduction through a bloodbath because it’d been a long while since anyone challenged Black Dragons and Benkei had already charged forward for the brawl.

It ended with you.

Jormungandr’s leader met his defeat with a kick so high the last thing he saw was the dragon soaring up.

Your sandal flew off, landing on the heap of mangled bodies that had been dealt by Benkei. His knuckles still smarted for being outnumbered. Takeomi was just as scuffed-up. With his hair down and disheveled, it made his face more severe after pressing a warning on the leader’s hand with his newly lit cigarette.

Don't mess with us again, trash. The extra measure was for insurance, but there's a cruel streak to his apathy for letting skin burn. Benkei had seen him done worse. You didn't speak against it after overhearing a threat on Shinichiro's life.

Sensing another presence lurking near you, you swung your leg up and Wakasa reacted fast enough to sidestep away, a hairbreadth close.

Sadly, your foot missed his face.

He whistled. “Nice reflexes.”

“Shit, I could’ve gotten you! Stop coming up behind me like that!”

“No.”

“You three were taking so long. Figured we should check up on ya,” said Shinichiro, strolling towards them amidst the battle; fallen adversaries on his feet. He acknowledged Benkei and Takeomi with a nod, and then picked up your sandal when he approached you. “We should've come sooner, though.”

“You would’ve missed out the action anyway.” The insult wasn't without a light, teasing note, and Shinichiro didn't take it personally, letting you snatch the sandal from him. “We handled it pretty well by ourselves, don't you think?”

“Brutally,” he sighed, unable to hide that disarming grin slowly peeling up his mouth. “You look like hell. Let's get you all patched up—”

A sudden, fluttering burst of light from the distance.

Shocked, all of you looked up at the sky.

“The fireworks . . .”

“Oh wow, it's starting now.”

“It’s still going on. Let’s make a run for it!”

It hadn't been long since Benkei told you about Ragnarok and you taught him what nostalgia actually meant.

Natsukashii. The end of summer, he believed, sweltering with memories under his childhood sun in Oizumi, until you scrawled the characters on the back of a gym flier and kindly corrected him, oh, it's natsuku, not natsu. As in to become, you know, attached.

懐かしい

Your ballpoint pen lingered on the heart radical, lacking the character of a season.

Benkei wasn't chagrined about it; he's enlightened.

The end of summer, you repeated, finding it more fitting, and pondered on how summers had to die like sunsets as you scraped the horizon with fingers in the color of twilight.

Then he asked how much you were well-versed in Norse mythology.

You shrugged. "I'm more familiar with apocalypses. Why'd you name your gang after something like that?"

“It’s inspiring,” said Benkei, omitting the part that he wasn't a founding member and the true meaning of its relevance might've been lost to him when Ragnarok sounded more like a gang that was meant to bring destruction to the gods from an older generation. “The kind that could define our era.”

“You guys are so obsessed with that,” you pointed out, but not to mock him. It’s just a measured observation. “Shin never shuts up about it. Takeomi goads him on because it's getting in his head too. Even Waka wants to be a part of it and you . . .”

“You don't want it too?”

“I just don't get it,” you blurted. “What's an era all about anyway?”

“You could say it’s how we want to be remembered,” he said it with his chest. It's how we want to show people how we fought and lived.

Benkei didn’t understand why you wanted to be invisible. Or keep up with all these social pretences to be accepted.

When he asked you why you wore fake glasses, you didn't give him a reason. You just shot back why he had his eyebrows shaved instead. He found the exchange amusing, concluding that nobody probably had the balls to ask both of you about it.

He couldn't help but smirk how you got a bit defensive from his observation as if you had never stood out around them.

You're the only person he’s ever known to be conflicted over the dichotomy of your life. He’d seen you enjoy listening to the rap mixtapes of his bootleg CDs, stress over college applications more than fights, denounce delinquency and yet.

It took him a long while to figure out why you looked so out of place in the gang but it still felt as if you belonged there. The otherness spoke to him, really. Guys like him just couldn't seem to find their place in anything after falling through the cracks and it hadn't always been as grandiose as it was until Shinichiro granted them a reason.

Not a lot of them gave a crap about being honorable but they sure did when it felt good to be a part of something greater than themselves.

It's the stuff of legends, our era.

Takeomi said it with pride and Benkei couldn't have worded it better himself. He glanced back at you, no longer giving in to chase when you let them go on without you, a fond, distant smile on your lips.

Wakasa sprinted ahead of them. Shinichiro still had a slight limp from getting it broken months ago so he fell behind until Takeomi turned to him and offered him his back, waving at him to get on and make it quick.

Despite them joining forces, Takeomi wasn't all that strong or fast for both of them and no one could ever beat Wakasa in a footrace, but they ran, howling out wild laughter as if they won anyway.

Benkei slowed down to your pace, walking with you. “So attached, eh?”

You blinked at him before letting out a chuckle. “Well, yeah.” You stretched out your tattooed leg a bit. “I took it quite literally too . . .”

He was distracted by the startlingly tender expression on your face, your lashes lowered, longer, until he snapped out of it and nodded.

“Benkei.”

“What?”

“Would you hate me if I told you that I'll quit the gang?”

“No—” The word slipped, and there was something about the urgency that felt like a tug, a step forward. Calmer, this time, “no, not at all.”

You registered his answer for a minute, too quiet next to him. He realized he should back away a bit, collecting himself to offer the reassurance you probably needed to hear more than he did.

“Hey. Whatever decision you're going with, just know we're all rootin' for ya.” He gave your shoulder a pat and felt himself unwind a breath the moment you untensed from his hand. “You probably have your reasons. Good, I hope?”

It took so much from him to not demand why but you're smiling at him again. Maybe a little sad, a little scared, but it's still your smile, something regained. He’d hate for it to go away.

“Yeah, thanks. That means a lot to me,” and then hesitant, you opened up more, “think Shin will hate me?”

“Idiot, he won't,” Benkei replied. “His heart's too big for him and he cries like a baby for it. You think that's the kind of guy that'll hate anyone?”

“No.”

“There you go.”

“But it's just that I haven't told him yet. I haven't told anyone, just you,” you confessed, wistfully glancing down at your tattoo.

“You know, I was actually terrified when we went to the tattoo parlor. Like what if something goes wrong? There's always something. I couldn't go by myself. Yeah, the tattoo didn't turn out perfect but I like it. I'm glad you were with me when I had it. Then Shin made this stupid tantrum over why I didn't bring him along, but he got over it when he was all giddy and excited over the tattoo. Cheered me up a lot when stuff at home was . . . ” a short breath sucked through your teeth. “Seeing him like that matters so much. I want him to always be like that . . .”

“You'd stay in Black Dragons for a long time, right?”

“Yeah, it's my everything now.” Benkei stared at the dragon on your skin, and then back at you. “And even if you leave, you're still a part of it.”

You huffed at that and looked onward longingly. "Jeez, you sound like him."

“He isn't wrong about that,” he said, following after your gaze where everyone was, waiting and waving and yelling at the two of you to hurry up; behind them, the fireworks sprung like a flurry of stars in the midsummer night.

It's a moment he felt in his chest too.

Guess we're all just attached.

Unfortunately, the fireworks ended too soon.

All of your stuff was left untouched while the people were already packing up and departing from the beach.

They ignored your wounds. More plasters were bought from a cornershop nearby when your first-aid kit wouldn't suffice. Some schmucks brought bats and brass knuckles though there wasn't any serious damage on your end, even less serious on boasting each of your body counts. Whoever ratted out your location was still an unresolved issue, but your vacation wasn't totally ruined.

Shinichiro was into the idea of heading to Choshi after learning it's Wakasa's hometown. There were grunts of protest though his whim was met with little to no resistance after the downturn of events and something about the spontaneity was exciting.

Whatever heart to heart they had, Benkei couldn't fault Wakasa for giving in to Shin’s persuasion as much as he did when he agreed to merge their gangs a lifetime ago. Embark on something new together in a last minute excursion, not knowing what to discover in your destination.

Your motorcycles were left in the parking lot to stay overnight. There were few passengers on board and three of you were already snoozing away after switching to a new train at Naruto Station. The landscape shifted behind the window; a nocturnal outline of bedtowns and cabbage fields. Wakasa's face was neutral all throughout.

Benkei broke the silence.

“I didn't know you grew up here.”

“Once,” Wakasa shrugged, looking less like a mystery. “Didn’t feel like something I should bring up anyway.”

Wakasa regarded Chiba like it's foreign land and there's no place for him here. Benkei couldn't imagine him coming home to parents – anyone.

With their paths colliding the way they did, he had always assumed they were orphaned in Tokyo, meant to split it together or conquer more for themselves. It didn't matter which with all the devastation they had caused, leaving a red trail of history in their wake, and sometimes that's enough proof of their existence than a birth certificate.

Wakasa never asked Benkei about his past. There's more of it branded in their mutual blows and bruises. Benkei knew the brunt of his kicks, his temper. His tendency to be a loyal asshole. How he had the worst sweet tooth ever because, of course, all of you came on this long journey just for him to lead you in a dango shop. The room inside was shabby but cozy in a lived-in sort of way; the menu unvaried.

The old lady who owned the place gladly obliged, fanning fresh skewers on the grill, after Wakasa approached her with your orders.

Look at you, being a good grandson, Shinichiro joked about their overfamiliar interaction, and Wakasa quipped back that yeah, he's sure to rebel and get an earful like him with his elders.

Curious, you asked Wakasa if he'd been here before. He was chewing his dango thoughtfully when he offered each of you a stick, glazed in sweet soy sauce, and told you he hadn't with no sense of nostalgia. Just craving for some.

Inubosaki had coarser sand, a harsh, rocky coastline. A white lighthouse stood atop the cliffside, reminiscent of a twelve-pointed beacon that once ruled East Kanto.

The inspiration didn’t go unnoticed. The old monument had been relegated into a tourist attraction but it still glowed in the dark.

It’d been the one thing that seemed awake after passing a row of shops on your way here; most closed for the night, others for good. There were places in town that looked rundown, abandoned, similar to the ones in Tokyo. Black spots of a failing economy.

Takeomi was the most informed about how the country was in deep shit under debt deflation. He asked Wakasa for spare change and the Sanrio-themed gachapon machine almost ate his 150 yen coins until he cranked it up again, coughing up a keychain souvenir. Benkei guessed it's for his sister. It's your second time napping, sitting next to him in the waiting shed with your head on his arm.

Shinichiro didn't wake you after catching sight of the bruise on your jaw, exposed by the dull lamplight, as if realizing how he could have missed that, among other things.

Benkei sighed. There's a heaviness hunkering down his shoulders. A part of him wondered if he told Shin now, could he convince you to change your mind?

“You uncomfortable there?” asked Shinichiro.

“Nah, I’m good.” Benkei replied, as your warmth curled on his side. Sleep made you clingy.

He wasn't the only one terrible at subtlety. Shinichiro perched on the space next to you when he couldn't steal you for himself this time. He’s got it all wrong, though.

Benkei didn't like sitting on what they would still lose.

The train station wouldn't be open until a few more hours.

Shinichiro’s cheap hair gel failed his pompadour, flattening his hair over his ears, as he leaned on his fist, dazed, with something unspeakably raw to him.

Deep down, he must know there's a future in his dream but humble as always, he’d deny this and nod off to you for having the superpower to carry and crush it. He had unshakeable faith in the way you wielded the future. It wouldn't change how he still saw you everyday. It's probably what gave you that ability in the first place.

Benkei had this urge to wake you and tell you that you’d be okay, but suppressed it once Shinichiro spoke up, a note somber.

“I don't want to go back yet.”

“Why?”

“This is a nice change of scenery,” which was bullshit because his boredom was painfully obvious.

“Sure, the ocean again.”

“Okay, okay, I didn't think things out before wandering here,” he admitted, huffing an amused exhale under his breath. "But maybe I just wanted to escape and drag you all with me somewhere faraway.”

“You runnin' away from something?”

“Not really,” he murmured, stalling for another minute to brood over it. “We’ll get busier soon. It sucks. Does that count?”

“Things’ll just go back to normal,” Benkei said without withholding his sympathy. “The beach was fun, though.”

Shinichiro agreed, meandering on bringing his siblings along someday because he rarely spent his summer without them. He got away a lot more with you guys, gulping down cheap beer wherever, getting all this sand in his underwear. There was still other stuff you hadn't tried yet, if only you had more time.

“There's just this sinking feeling like something’s gonna catch up to me, don't know what it is, when, but—” his gaze landed at you, him, a flit of a smile on his lips, before staring at those endless waves, as if all of you had finally reached the end of the world.

The sunrise bled through the horizon, and Shinichiro watched listlessly. "Whatever happens, I want to be here for awhile."

In the early hours of the morning, his bike swept past 80 km/h on the road; not a lot of cars and cyclists, busybodies.

The motions didn't stop until everyone had to pull over at a gas station nearby a remote industrial area in Ichihara. Factories still gave off strange smells no one could recognize, but Benkei had already revved up his engine to flee. It didn't matter anymore in another city.

The world woke up a bit after a mile while all of you were dragging yourselves through the travel tolls of yesterday. One moment it's a blame game, and then it snapped into a "screw this" and "this is stupid" next to a punched vending machine because you were incapable of deciding where to eat in a testy mood.

A common trait, despite having uniquely different, unbearable personalities. Aside from the energy drinks, Benkei's gut felt queasy from the mean, collective silence until you reached the last stretch of Tokyo Bay Aqua-Line. It's a miracle how everyone could stand each other, sometimes.

But you're still driving together to the path, the multiple crossings crowded by people from all walks of life, striving to make theirs a little fuller. The urban streets blurred after each turn. Somehow riding back to Tokyo almost didn't feel real. The day wasn't over yet but it felt as if he's missing something before it's gone.

Benkei didn't know how to explain it, eyes on you marveling at a wall graffiti of profanities from an unfinished construction site. Shinichiro was repeating what he was saying but it's left unheard, lost to the shrill of the track signal. The sun hung high and hot while all of you waited for the train behind the railway gate.

There's a faster route to Shibuya, but none of you took the expressway. The road back home was long and unwinding.

a/n: title is inspired from the same namesake, referring to a whole generation of japanese youth who were gravely affected by japan's lost decade in the 1990s to early 2000s. first gen bd is in that group but ironically, they were at the top of the delinquent world at the time until their eventual disbandment.

#benkei x reader #keizo arashi x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers #keizo arashi #shinichiro sano #wakasa imaushi #takeomi akashi #first generation black dragons #pen writes #i'm posting this now or i'm gonna regret not to later t.t

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aikuse · 6 months ago

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-> baby blue | 1,198 words. gn!reader, fingering, dirty talk, pet names (“baby, honey, pretty little thing”), free use if you squint, slight exhibitionism. reader is described with blue eyes.

author’s notes: this was written for this collab for the Forest! i haven’t written for my baby Benkei in a long, long time…i miss my beefy boy <3 go check out the other entries!

You always look so lovely in baby blue.

It matches your eyes, you know? It matches your personality, too. Floaty and sweet, always smiling, lightening any situation you were put in. Benkei picks out the dress out just for you, too, on a shopping trip. He sees your eyes drift across the dress, trying it on in your size and just then checking the price tag, eyebrows furrowing as you do so.

“Too much,” you mumble to yourself, before his large hand encompasses your own.

You look up at him, and his eyes look at you knowingly.

You immediately shake your head. You know that damn look. “No,” you say firmly, and his smirk drops into something close to remorse, “you gotta stop spoiling me, honey. I appreciate it, but I don’t need it—”

He cuts you off before you get another word in. “You may not need it, but I need to see you in it. You look beautiful.”

Blush spreads across your cheeks as your gaze falters, your hands coming up to hide your face. “It’s just a sundress, Benkei.”

“Not to me.”

He says it as an afterthought, but it’s enough where you peek at him through your fingers to him smiling at you; no, beaming at you, as his hands wrap around your own and he pulls them off your face. “There’s my pretty thing.”

You roll your eyes, blush still warm on your cheeks. “Fine, you win. You can buy it for me. I don’t know why I bother,” you scoff as you pick the dress up, moving to exit the dressing room, but he stands in your way. Like a brick wall, unyielding to even you.

His large hand cupping your face causes you to falter, your hand missing the doorknob as he pushes your waist with his other hand, pressing you against the wall. Heat is radiating off of him, and his eyes are dark; full of want.

“Keizo, we’re—”

The mention of his given name rises the tension exponentially in seconds. It takes your breath away.

“I know where we are. Means you gotta be quiet, yeah?”

Your eyes go wide as his lips meet your own, moving gently against you as his hands wander, pushing the dress’s fabric up so his hands can squeeze your upper thighs. His knuckles brush against you, and your breath hitches against his lips. His chest rumbles as he smirks against you.

“Yeah? Pretty thing feeling a little needy?”

“Only ‘cause you started it,” you say, your bottom lip pushing out in a pout as he moves to your neck, “but I’ll give you this. Just don’t tear it, okay?”

He chuckles against your skin. “I wasn’t asking. I don’t have to ask.”

The way he says it causes a shiver to run down your spine, a ghostly finger bumping along every vertebrae as it ends near the beginning of your ass. His hand moves to cup your heat, and you’re relieved that he’s sucking on your neck right now, because you can feel how wet you are. You know he can too, because his breathing becomes labored as he pulls your underwear to the side.

“Fuck,” he breathes, a low, breathy moan following, “fuck, y’re so wet.”

One of his hands moves up to press over your mouth as you let out a whine. Luckily, the music in the shop is loud enough where you can’t hear low noises like this, but he clearly doesn’t want to risk it. Not that he cares; but the feeling of getting caught is enough for you to rut against his hand. His fingers swirl around your hole, before gently sliding in, working you open. Your thighs are shaking as you grit your teeth, your moans muffled against his hand.

“That’s it, baby,” you hear him whisper against your ear, “give me that pussy.”

You do give it to him, of course; how can you deny him? His fingers are so large, so much thicker than yours are that even toys don’t compare. Many a night has passed with you frustratingly giving up on chasing an orgasm that won’t seem to come, dreaming and rutting against your bed thinking of his fat fingers scissoring you open just right.

Benkei moves away from your neck, then, and chooses to look deeply into your eyes. You know you’re red, you can feel the blush that has spread down to your chest. His hand wraps gently around your neck, the pad of his thumb moving softly across your skin.

“Ya look so good in blue,” he whispers hoarsely, “so, so good f’me, baby.”

You nod, blinking away tears at your climax being just out of reach. The coil in your stomach is white-hot, the burning feeling encompassing everything around your heat. You rut against him unconsciously, whines and pants falling from your lips, chasing that feeling. He just watches you, awe in his eyes at how incredible you look like this. So messy for him, just for him.

Then, he stops moving his fingers, and you know what that means as you meet his eyes; he’s looking at you expectantly, eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at his lips.

He wants you to beg.

So beg you do, muffled, against his hand. It’s unintelligible moans and stammers, with let me cum and please please please mixed into the senseless babbling. The dress’s fabric is so soft against your skin; it’s breathable, something you’ve noticed as he’s worked you up, the sweat not causing it to stick to you.

It feels like you’re wearing nothing.

You come back to earth as your hips jerk against him. His thumb is swiping across your nub, and you let out a cry that is thankfully muffled by his hand. Benkei grins deviously, working up the pace to a point where he might be able to muffle your noises, but your pussy is loud. Squelching noises echo around the walls. It’s only a matter of time before someone notices—

You barely register when he leans into you and whispers for you to come for him.

It hits you like a freight train. Your thighs shake as your eyes roll back, your vision going white as the string finally snaps, the only things you can hear are the faint music of the shop and Benkei’s that’s it and so good for me, baby floating across your ears.

You don’t know how long you’re cumming for, but it’s long enough where your legs practically give out, and you slowly come to as Benkei moves you to the seat in the fitting room. He presses a kiss to your forehead, gently, and you steadily return to the room, more natural noises coming back into focus.

You take a deep breath as you look up at him. “Guess you liked it?”

He grins, looking down at his crotch. His hard-on is obvious, and his palm brushes against it as he helps you up on shaky legs. “I did,” he rumbles, grinning sheepishly, “and I’m gonna need some help when we get home. You should wear that dress, too.”

You do, of course. Because who are you to not indulge him?

divider credit: @/benkeibear networks: @enchantedforest-network

disclaimer: DO NOT copy or repost my works for any reason. translations are acceptable, but please ask for permission first!

#keizo arashi x reader #benkei x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #ari's autographs #tokrev

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bxd-decisions · 2 years ago

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! CATCHING YOU WITH A SEX TOY ⸻ TOKYO REVENGERS (2)

SYNOPSIS︙ What they do when they catch you with a sex toy

PAIRING︙Benkei x AFAB!reader + Taiju x AFAB!reader

GENRE︙Headcanons, Smut

WARNINGS︙smut, usage of a sex toy, dom!benkei, fem bodied!reader, dom!taiju, bondage, creampie, unprotected sex, masturbation, vaginal sex, sub!reader

AUTHORS NOTE︙ Y'all like my new layout? Let me know! (Also an anon requested this for Taiju, so I also added Benkei bc I wrote his part long ago!)

REBLOGS & FEEDBACK APPRECIATED

◈ BENKEI ◈

There is really no need for even having one with him being around. Honestly that man satisfies you more than enough.

However, you did have your old vibrator lying around the house. You don't even use it anymore, but Benkei found it.

He'd be lying if he said he knew what it was at first glance.

You did explain to him what it was, and got curious, and horny. He wanted to use it on you. And that's exactly what he did.

One night you and him were just cuddling up on the couch and watching a movie. Benkei was hiding the toy next to him, and finally saw a good opportunity to use it.

Benkei had it on a low setting for the time being, but still, when the vibrations made contact with your thighs, your body jolted from the freight you got.

It amused Benkei, he hadn't touched you yet though, he would ask for your consent though, "Can I?" He rasped into your ear.

Who were you to say no, your arousal was pooling in your panties so you eagerly nodded and soon enough you would feel the toy against your heat, over your shorts and panties, but it was enough to make you squirm and beg for more.

"You like that? Huh pretty?" Benkei will whisper into your ear while he turns the pressure up on the toy.

But it won't take long for him to completely lose control and pin you to the couch, burying his fat cock deep inside your plush walls, proving that he is way better than some useless toy.

◈ TAIJU ◈

He's so mean about it. But at the same time, it's so so hot. Taiju didn't really find a toy, but he found a pair of handcuffs. He thought it would be his little secret for a while.

That was, until he walked in on you, with your pretty fingers knuckles deep inside your pretty little hole and begging for Taiju. Taiju saw that as a golden opportunity.

You didn't even hear your lover enter your shared bedroom, until you heard him clear his throat, which you immediately jumped, sitting up so quick and closing your legs, your fingers covered with your arousal. The look on your face was priceless to him.

He could only describe it as vulnerable, in shock and overall embarrassed, but the man laughed and shook his head in amusement, "You know, I've been waiting for a good time…"

He walked over to his closet and took the handcuffs out, swinging them around for you to see. You knew immediately you were fucked and you were wouldn't sleep at all.

"...to use these…" he continued and sauntered up to the bed, immediately hovering over you, pinning your hands above the bed, before cuffing you to the bed, restraining your hands from moving and coming anywhere near your dripping cunt.

You were helpless, looking up at Taiju with puppy eyes as he pulled his pants down and freed his thick cock that was dripping with precum already. The way he saw you pleasuring yourself while hopelessly moaning his name made the man feral.

Let's just say, that night… you got no sleep, because he filled you up with his cum more than just a few times…

TAGS: @tokyometronetwork @benkeibear @yuujispinkhair @saintshiba

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darlingssaturn · 10 months ago

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Sleeping Beauty

(jujutsu kaisen x tokyo revengers)

ONCE UPON A TIME in a far away land, lived a head clan with his fair wife. They had been bestowed with a son that held a powerful power in his eyes. They named him, Satoru. But the father, along with the entire clan, had been wishing for daughter for as long as 300 hundred years.

The clan had always birth a son but never a daughter for such a long time. So when the wife birthed a daughter after wishing for so long, they rejoiced with excitement. Especially with how the little girl have a powerful eyes, just like her brother, the family couldn't be more happier.

But unfortunately the body of the girl could not withstand the cursed energy inside her since she is born prematurely. The bad news did not end just that, not only did she inherit an incurable illness that has passed down from the women of her maternal family, she is also given a curse from the King of Curses himself thousand years ago.

"I shall curse you for fooling me. If you bore a descendant that is a woman, she will suffer in place of you." said Sukuna to Gojo ancestor.

A curse where where she will die if she prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel. He placed this curse upon her because of his unrequited love that he had for one of the past Six Eyes User.

With a terrible curse looming around the precious princess, the three good fairies, who retired from sorceress life, came to give their assist. It's a thank you gesture because they were saved many times by the Gojo Clan.

Mistress Flora, Mistress Fauna, and Mistress Merryweather bless the little princess with one gift each. No more, no less. To help the princess with breaking the curse that Ryomen Sukuna placed on her.

"Little princess, my gift shall be the gift of beauty." Mistress Flora swing her wand while muttering magic spell under her breath.

One gift.

Beauty rare.

White snow in her hair.

Lips that shame the red, red rose.

She'll walk with springtime, whenever she goes.

"Tiny princess, my gift shall be the gift of song." Mistress Fauna softly told the little baby. Golden magic dust flies around as it goes to the baby's mouth, as if the baby is swallowing the blessing.

One gift.

The gift of song.

Melody her whole life long.

The nightingale her troubadour.

Bringing his sweet serenade to her door.

"Sweet princess, if through this wicked curse's trick, a spindle should your finger prick. A ray of hope there still may be in this, a gift i gave to thee. Not in death, but just sleep. The fateful prophecy you'll keep. And from this slumber you shall wake, when true love's kiss the spell shall break." said Mistress Merryweather.

For true love conquers all.

#darlingssaturn's writing #jujutsu kaisen x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #wakasa imaushi x reader #akashi takeomi x reader #keizo arashi x reader #benkei x reader #gojo satoru

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eggtartz · 2 years ago

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i LOVE seeing about Benkei being such a cute and good dad (the dad i always dreamed of having 🥺🫣) could do with him being a dad of twins (whatever gender babies are) i love your writing hope you are well and take care!!🥰🥰❤️‍🩹 ((PLSSSS PLEASE MAKE MORE OF THE FIRST GENERATION BD BEING PARENTS OR ANYTHING ELSE BUT INCLUDE THEEM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 sorry, have a good night 💋

a/n : ANONNNNN my baby fever is going strong and im blaming you!! thankyou for requesting this and enjoy 🫶🏻

masterlist

dad benkei who has twins, one of them is a girl and one of them is a boy

dad benkei who cries the first time he held the twins in his arms

dad benkei that spends his hours decorating their room, building their baby crib and buys so many baby clothes

dad benkei who coos at his babies when they cry and they somehow stop fussing at the same time

dad benkei who gives you back massages while the babies are feeding (yeah imagine two of them feeding at the same time oml)

dad benkei who kisses his babies foreheads before he goes to work and whisper i love you in their ear

dad benkei who holds both of the babies because his arms are much stronger than you of course

dad benkei who sends his twins to school everyday

dad benkei who gives his babies ice cream when they're grounded

dad benkei who teachers both the twins how to fight and the three of them had to get dragged back home by you

dad benkei who might feel he's not the best dad but while he's in the thought, his twins hugs him from behind and tells him they love him

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#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x yn #tokyo revengers fluff #fluff #benkei fluff #tokyo revengers benkei #benkei #benkei x reader #benkei x you #arashi keizou #keizo arashi x you #keizo arashi x reader #keizo arashi smut #arashi keizo x reader

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shouaddict · 1 year ago

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Yall I need benkei smut. Pls I want the man to just smush me on the bed and I will just take it like a very good girl. While taking his big dick into my tiny cunt and seeing another universe flashing into my eyes. Plsss I need more fanfics of benkeii 🥹🥹

#tokyorev x reader #smut #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #arashi keizou #keizo arashi x reader #arashi #black dragon

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sirthisisa-wendys · 2 years ago

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so faux sympathy is like them pretending to be nice to you? In a sexual way it could be them saying "shh, shh, shh it'll be fine baby" while simultaneously edging you. its pretending to be nice (with words) but is actually vv mean (with actions)

GOTCHA

OG Black Dragons it is!

Solicitudes: Keizo Arashi/Takeomi Akashi/Wakasa Imaushi/ Shinichiro Sano x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.3k

tw: forced orgasms, tight fits, edging, crying, dacryphilia, just a bunch of smut, alright?

masterlist

Keizo Arashi - "Stuffed Full"

"Please, please, please..." Keizo's fingers swipe at your red cheeks, praying no wetness would find the soft skin as he presses into your pussy. "Please, big daddy, please, please."

"What're you begging for, baby?" he wonders, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against his chest. "Need me to stop?"

"Need to go slow..."

"Oh, you can take it," Keizo hums, kissing the top of your head as he moves inside of you. "You always do so well."

"Big daddy," you moan a little louder, your voice vibrating against his chest. "Big daddy, your dick is--"

"It's okay," he urges you, stroking your hair and finding a pleasurable rhythm to fuck into you from below. You're flattened against his chest, but your hips are bouncing against his. The sounds your pussy is making drive him wild, and your expression is one of being lost, one of being absolutely and utterly in space. "I've got you, babe."

"You..."

"Mmhmm," he whispers, moving his hands to grip your hips so he has more control. "Let me handle this. You just lay right here so I can fuck you back to sleep, yeah? Let big daddy do this for you."

You nod as if you're in a trance, and Keizo leans his head back onto the pillows, closes his eyes, and continues fucking you so he can join you in that same trance.

Takeomi Akashi - "Edged to The Brink"

"You can take one more, can't you?"

Your blindfold is soaked with tears. Takeomi holds your legs apart with his hands, and his cock dangles dangerously close to your entrance. It's already covered in your slick, drenched to hell with your juices, but not your cum. Not yet.

"'M sorry, Omi; I'm sorry!" Takeomi clicks his tongue and shakes his head, looking down at your face with a hazy sense of dominance. He runs a finger from your quivering lips to your chest, circles each nipple, then eases right back into you. You both hiss out a long breath, and Takeomi begins his work again, bringing you to the edge of your sanity.

Just like you'd done to him so many times before this with your crazy cheating scandals and absurd antics.

"I'm such a bad guy for making you cry, huh?" You fight the urge to nod your head; Takeomi can see it in the way your neck stiffens. "What's a girl to do when Big Bad Omi edges her like this?" Your mouth opens, but Takeomi shushes you, placing a single finger on your lips. "Not fair, is it?"

"Not fair," you echo, trying to catch your breath as he picks up his speed. Takeomi's not one for revenge. Usually. But tonight, you'd come back to him with your tail between your legs and a long list of things you would and wouldn't do anymore. So he had to test you.

It was only right.

"You'll earn your orgasms from now on," Takeomi bites out, his green eyes squinting at your pitiful form on his bed. "Understand?"

"Yes," you whimper. "I understand." Takeomi's scar itches, but he ignores it in favor of feeling your cunt squeeze around him.

"I'll edge you to hell and back if you think I'm kidding."

"I'll be good, I promise." Your breathy moans make Takeomi want to cum in you right then and there. But you'd have to earn that back, too.

You tense up, right on the edge of another orgasm... but Takeomi pulls out, and fists himself to completion all over your stomach. You cry out in dismay, but he just grunts and finishes, then leaves the bed.

"You want to be my girl? Then be my girl."

Wakasa Imaushi - "Overstimulated"

"I can't..."

"Of course, you can, baby..." Wakasa hovers over you, holding the Hitachi wand right against your clit. "You're doing so good for me. I just need one more orgasm so you're nice and wet."

"Can't," you cry out, tears threatening to push past your eyelids. It's not that you don't want to cum. Waka knows this. But he needs you soaking wet so he can pump you full of his cum tonight. He's a man on a mission - and your satisfaction is his goal.

"You poor thing," he sighs, turning up the speed on the wand. "You've done it before for me, baby girl. Do you need some more help?" You squirm underneath his guidance, your fingers clasping for something that he can give you, something to touch, but landing on nothing but air.

Your hands - tied above your head - wriggle and flail about as Wakasa smirks, his unbound hair flowing around his shoulders and tickling your skin.

"You're doing great, baby girl. Daddy just needs one more..."

Your choked cry makes Waka hard as fuck, but he simply palms himself through his trousers as you seek the final thread of release. You're struggling, but that doesn't mean Waka will leave you out to dry.

No, no.

His hand moves from his pants to your breast, and with deft fingers, Waka tweaks your nipple hard enough to make you cry out in shock but not in pain. You jerk once, and Waka knows you've found it. The mystical cord that connects you to your impending orgasm makes his own orgasm that much closer, and you work your hips against the vibrator as if to bring yourself closer to the edge.

"That's it," Waka murmurs, practically salivating at the sight of you working so hard to cum. "Look at you, doing your best."

When the orgasm is ripped from you for the fourth time, Wakasa tosses the vibrator aside and forces his pants off his hips eagerly. He needs to be inside of you now.

"Now, it's my turn," he huffs, fisting his cock right as he sinks into oblivion.

Shinichiro Sano - "Slow Down"

It feels like Shinichiro had waited all of his life for you. Marriage had always been the end goal. While that didn't mean you'd stay together forever, there was no way Shin would go back to his twenty rejections, not after being in heaven with you nearly every day.

Shin's hips stutter against yours, and he feels his release dangle in front of him like a carrot. He indeed enjoys cumming as much as he can, but the only thing that could encourage his own release is yours.

"Shin," you whine, reaching back to grab his wrist. Your fingers wrap around his bones with care, even though you're shaking and shivering and doing all of the right things. His eyes flutter open, and he looks at you, tears rolling down your pretty, puffy cheeks. "Shin, please..."

But he doesn't stop. You're not hurt. He knew when you were hurt, so why are you crying? "Hmm?"

"My pussy is so swollen," you murmur, reaching down to play with your clit. "Take it easy on me, babe."

"Mmm," he hums, bending over you. "Does it hurt, my sweet?"

"No," you admit, but tears still slip down your cheeks. Shin licks at one of them, relishing the taste of salt on his tongue.

"You want me to ease up?" You nod, allowing Shin to rock his hips into you carefully. "You want me to not fuck your brains out?"

"No," you protest, but Shin keeps going.

"Maybe we should stop for a little while. That might make things easier, hm?" Your pussy clenches around his cock, and Shin knows he's got you wrapped around his finger when you begin to fuck him back. His hand reaches around your waist and knocks your fingers away from your clit. "Should just come home and finger you from now on, it seems."

"Didn't say that," you gasp, simultaneously riding his fingers and milking his cock for all he's worth.

"No?" Shin rubs your clit faster, and you arch your back, crying out in pleasure. "Thought you wanted that, sweetheart. You want me to take it easy on you. I can definitely do that."

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," you chant through your teeth, and Shin leans back and pistons into your cunt with as much force as he can muster.

"Now, cum for me. Cum right on my cock."

#keizo arashi x reader #arashi keizo x reader #keizo arashi #keizo arashi smut #takeomi akashi x reader #takeomi akashi #takeomi akashi smut #wakasa imaushi x reader #wakasa imaushi #wakasa imaushi smut #shinichiro sano x reader #shinichiro sano #shinichiro sano smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers

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444takeomi · 1 year ago

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WHEN HE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU

: ̗̀➛ summary: how 1st gen bd act when they like you

character(s): shinichiro sano, wakasa imaushi, takeomi akashi, keizo arashi

warnings: female reader

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a/n: i wrote most of this after having worked a 70+ hour week. apologies if it doesn't make a lot of sense, i was very tired as you can imagine💀

: ̗̀➛ shinichiro

- shin is very open about his feelings, to the point where it's not even really a secret that he likes you — especially if you're close friends with him, there's a good chance you know already ahaha

- i think he's the type to get flustered whenever you initiate physical touch, even if it's accidental

- one time at the bike shop you unknowingly brushed your hand against his when you passed one of his tools to him and he literally thought about it for the rest of the day

- he's so touch starved </3

- his friends constantly make fun of him for the way he acts around you, while his siblings tell him you're way too pretty for him and out of his league

- he really can't catch a break💀

- shin gets upset if he finds out another guy likes you too, and he can't help but feel jealous whenever you laugh or smile more around the other guy than you do with him </3

- he really wants to impress you, he likes telling you stories from his black dragon days and goes into detail about all the fights he got into — he definitely over-exaggerates them a lot though and leaves out the parts where he got his ass handed to him💀

- if at any point he overheard you say you hated smokers he would literally try to quit just for you, or at the very least put out his cigarettes and avoid smoking when you're around him

- he’s such a cutie, he secretly watches those youtube videos titled ‘how to be a good boyfriend’ and ‘how to get your crush to like you back’ </3

- whenever shin notices you're nearby he subconsciously starts fixing his appearance — he’ll straighten his posture and run his fingers through his hair, he always wants to look his best in front of you

- if you ever compliment his cologne he makes sure to wear extra when he knows he's going to see you that day, he also likes to spray it on his hoodies and jackets and offers them to you when it's cold

- speaking of which, his heart literally skips a beat whenever he sees you wearing his clothes, it makes him feel like you're already dating and he can't help but start daydreaming about what it might be like being yours </3

- shin really wants to ask you out, but after being rejected so many times before he can't help but worry that you'll reject him too — however he eventually decides to take the chance and tell you how he feels, it's not as if you haven't already caught on anyway

- if you reject him he'll obviously be super upset, way more upset than he was after any of his previous rejections, but to be honest he was probably expecting it </3

- on the other hand, if you accept his confession he’ll be very caught off guard after being turned down so much in the past, but he'll be super happy nonetheless and won't be able to stop bragging to his friends and siblings that he finally has a girlfriend, and how he's so lucky that he gets to be dating someone as amazing as you <3

: ̗̀➛ wakasa

- waka isn't very vocal about his feelings towards you, and therefore he’s pretty good at hiding it to the point where almost no one would suspect that he liked you — but that's not to say his friends haven't picked up on it by now

- they constantly catch him staring at you, and he's really not as subtle as he thinks he is, half the time he's not even paying attention to them when they're talking to him because he's too distracted by how pretty you are

- if you end up noticing him staring he likes holding eye contact with you until you get shy and look away, he thinks it's adorable and it makes his heart flutter seeing you all bashful <3

- he usually has the same deadpan expression and rarely shows any emotion, but when you're around he's like a completely different person — he's noticeably more expressive and talkative and he smiles more often when he's with you

- he’s so in love </3

- waka is also considerably more touchy and clingy with you — it doesn't seem like anything out of the ordinary to most people, but if you pay close attention you’ll start to notice that he's always looking for the opportunity to sit next to you and be close to you wherever he can <3

- his love language is definitely physical touch, and he likes brushing his fingers against your skin and leaving fleeting touches whenever possible — he’ll feign innocence and pretend it was an accident but in reality he's totally doing it on purpose

- as much as waka likes physical contact, he always makes sure to respect your personal boundaries as he'd never want to make you uncomfortable

- he's the type to notice small differences about your appearance, like if you've changed your hair or done your makeup differently

- he pays a lot of attention to you, more than you probably realise <3

- i don't think waka would make a huge deal out of confessing to you, he'd probably either just come up to you one day and tell you straight up or alternatively he might drunkenly blurt it out to you by accident

- if it was the latter you most likely wouldn't take him seriously at first, and so he'd make sure to tell you again once he was sober, as he wouldn't want you to think he was just messing with you because he was drunk

- if you rejected him he'd definitely be humbled, as i don't think he's someone that’s used to being turned down, but he’ll respect your decision of course and hopes that you can still be friends

- now that he's finally struck out with a girl he knows that shin will have something to make fun of him for after years of being teased for his 20 rejections💀

- however if you accept his confession you’ll finally get to see the real waka, he stops holding back and becomes especially clingy and needy for your attention, a side of him that only you get to see <3

: ̗̀➛ takeomi

- omi isn't the best at handling his emotions, especially when it comes to you — at first he was in complete denial about liking you, hoping that if he ignored his feelings towards you that they would eventually go away

- if his friends ever mentioned you or implied that he had a thing for you he would insist that you were annoying and would tell them he couldn't stand you💀

- little did he know they saw right through him, it was pretty obvious how fond of you he was just from the way he looked at you

- i feel like it got to the point where he was so stubborn about it that waka had to go as far as to pretend he was going to ask you out just to get omi to finally admit that he had feelings for you

- omi is the embodiment of being mean to you because he likes you — he's always teasing you and loves to push your buttons to try and get a reaction out of you, he thinks you’re cute when you get mad

- however if you tease him back it catches him completely off guard, he gets all flustered and starts stumbling over his words </3

- you always catch him looking at you from across the room, he tries so hard to play it off as if he wasn't just checking you out but he does it all the time to the point where it's obvious💀

- while omi may struggle with being affectionate towards you, the way he shows you he cares is through doing favours for you, for example by offering to take you home on his motorcycle

- beware of riding with him though because he likes to randomly speed up out of nowhere, you just assume it's because he's a bad driver but little do you know he only does it because he’s hoping you’ll get scared and wrap your arms around his waist

- if you do end up clinging to him he’ll more than likely make fun of you for it, but his heart will be racing the entire time — he’s just glad that you can't see his face because he can feel his cheeks getting warm </3

- similar to waka, if he was going to confess to you he wouldn't really make a big deal out of it either, i think he'd just casually mention that he liked you in the middle of a conversation and it would catch you completely off guard

- if you reject omi he’ll actually be so embarrassed, i feel like he'll immediately change the subject and act like nothing happened because he doesn't know how else to handle the rejection </3

- if you tell him you feel the same he might get a little cocky about it initially, but deep down he's just so relieved you didn't reject him — despite the confident front he puts up he was actually really nervous to tell you

- he probably tries to give dating advice to shin as if you two haven't only been going out for a few days💀

: ̗̀➛ keizo

- benkei is such a sweetheart, but even more so when he has feelings for you

- i feel like he's the kind of person who just admires you from afar when he likes you — especially if you're close friends, he definitely doesn't have any plans to tell you as he wouldn't want to risk ruining the relationship you two already have </3

- although he doesn't want to outright tell you how he feels that doesn't mean he won't drop small hints here and there

- for example, he always offers to walk you home even if it's completely out of his way, and if you’ve forgotten your jacket when it's cold out he’ll drape his own over your shoulders as soon as he notices you shivering <3

- he’s also very protective over you, especially when you go out to places like bars or clubs — he watches over you throughout the evening just to make sure that no one is harassing you, and if someone does end up making you uncomfortable or puts their hands on you without permission he won't hesitate to beat the living shit out of them

- considering how strong he is, benkei is surprisingly very gentle with you

- he always seems to know exactly how you're feeling, and whenever you're sad he’ll engulf you in a big hug, holding you in his arms so delicately like you're made from the most fragile glass </3

- he also remembers a lot of small details about you that you've mentioned in previous conversations, such as your go-to orders from different restaurants or your favourite songs — he claims that he just has a good memory but in reality it's because he loves listening to what you have to say <3

- benkei cares a lot about your safety, whenever the two of you are out together he always walks on the outer part of the sidewalk so that he's closest to the cars, and if you go somewhere by yourself he’ll ask you to text him when you get there so that he knows you're okay

- he loves giving you head pats, especially if you're a lot shorter than him — he thinks the height difference between the two of you is really cute <3

- if you're into working out then he’ll invite you to train with him at the gym and will offer to spot you

- senju always makes fun of him for his crush on you, sometimes she deliberately teases him when you're around to the point where it's pretty clear that he likes you </3

- as i've mentioned, benkei will hint at the fact he likes you but i don't think he'd directly tell you, to be honest if you want to date him you’d probably have to be the one to ask him out yourself

- if you did end up telling him you liked him he'd be very taken aback by your confession, but after the initial shock wore off he'd of course tell you he felt the same way, unable to wipe the grin off his face <3

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