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scarletnakazato · 9 months ago

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Hcs for taking the boys lingerie shopping? Would they tell you their favorite pieces on you, help you decide between sets, etc!

Initial D Headcanons: Lingerie Shopping

• All Initial D Male Characters • Word Count: 1,754. • Synopsis: In which the boys' help you pick out lingerie and give their inputs and reactions to the pieces and sets. • Note: Thank you for the idea Anon, this was a fun lil' snippet!

• Keisuke: Would be flustered at first when you both enter the store, even if it was his idea to take you. He’d shadow you at first, looking kind of shy and out of place as you look around at the sets and pieces. After a few minutes he’ll get more comfortable and glance around, his eyes no doubt landing on a yellow set and nudging your arm then pointing at it hanging on the wall. You’d giggle a bit, not being surprised he’d want you dressed the same as his beloved FD. After finding a few more pieces and sets for yourself, along with the few he’d bring you some of different colours and two more yellows, you’d try them on, pulling back the curtain to show it off with a spin and watch his reactions. Saying he loves you in all of them and can’t decide he’d shrug and tell you to just let him buy them all, but you weren’t having that; far too expensive. He’d sigh and end up narrowing it down to the top three, one colour and pattern loved by you, another you both agreed on, and obviously the first yellow one he set eyes on.

• Ryosuke: It’d be your idea to take him shopping but not tell him where it was you wanted to take him. However, he was pleasantly surprised at your choice, choosing to indulge himself in a rare time. The pieces and sets he’d look around for were more of a classical style, covering more yet still accentuating your form deliciously. He seemed to favour the colours of Black, blue and white, with the occasional red, no doubt taking on a similar style of his own clothes. Getting to watch you try on dozens of pieces, mix matching the colours to see what blend nicely, along with the few sets you both picked out was the highlight of his day. Unlike his brother, he was much more lenient, not taking no as answer from you, and buying the few you liked most along with a few of his own choices.

• Takumi: Oh, this boy is mad blushing. Obviously, it was your idea to walk into the store as you both wandered through a mall, dragging poor Takumi in by the arm. Once he realized what store he was in, he practically froze in place. You giggled, tugging on his arm and taking him to one of the walls to look around, as Takumi watched the floor, cheeks red and hands in his pockets to avoid touching anything. Once he heard you hum with mischief, he looked up, curiosity taking over as he saw you holding up two separate pieces, the top half white, and the bottoms black. “Yeah, I think this is it, how about you, Tak?” you’d ask and he’d instantly scratch the back of his head, looking at the ceiling. Knowing his unspoken answer, you took him to one of the changing rooms before showing it to him, the poor boy choking on his water from squeezing the bottle too hard once you yanked back the curtain.

• Takeshi: (#TedTalk incoming) Oh man where to start… I feel like it’d be his idea to take you if he’s feeling particularly bold or more in the mood than usual, but then your idea if you felt like spoiling him with an extra treat on yourself or to surprise him and watch him blush and stutter a bit. Obviously, he’d lean towards anything black or red. Black with red accents, even. He’d take longer than the other guys to look at the details and patterns, the shapes of the individual pieces and sets, imagining them on you to try and save you time from putting them all on. Takeshi was most definitely imagining those same sets and pieces on you while you sat all pretty on his Skyline. He was glad he decided to wear baggier pants than usual today, too. He’s also the kind of guy who wants the perfect outfit for his perfect girl, so he’d take this shopping trip seriously. You notice that if he’s staring at something for longer than a glance and then leaving to check other outfits out, you’d grab it without him noticing. In the end, you’d have dozens of sets and pieces to try on, but not minding the time it takes one bit due to the delicious reactions he’s giving you every time you pull back that curtain. Takeshi would nod approvingly to nearly everything you wore, leaving you to have to narrow it down so it wasn’t a financial crisis in the end. You’d also let him pick out the few he loved most as well, that being the main reason you and/or him walked into the store in the first place.

• Shingo: This man is straight reveling at the sight before him. You’d have to stop him from grabbing every single red set and piece he lays eyes on. His constant giggling and shit eating grins, going along with his dirty comments quickly driving you up a wall. It was quite literally like taking a sugar high and addicted child into a candy store. Telling him to calm down and stop grabbing everything, you limited it to three sets, or two pieces to make a set, is what you’d told him. Eventually, he’d tone it down, settling on a deep red set that was quite revealing, two pieces that were black and red on both top and bottom, you chose the top while he insisted on the bottom, and you picked out the last piece/set on your own, though he had no qualms, seeing you in anything was enough to turn him on.

• Itsuki: Uhhh, yeah, I don’t know, besties. I see it being his idea and him being all confident talking about it, but once he walks in and sees the vast options, the mannequins, the more revealing ones, etc. he’s having a severe nose bleed and has probably passed out by now. I guess that means no shopping if he isn’t awake to look at them, right?

• Iketani: Kinda the same as Itsuki, but he at least holds it together better, and lets you do the shopping. He feels that it should be you getting what you like best and what makes you feel confident and good looking, over what he wants. If you ask his opinions on some though, he’ll give you honest answers, most of them being positive and even saying he likes some of the ones you’ve picked out, where as his honesty for less positive comments would be more on the colours just not resonating with him, and maybe the patterns. Otherwise, he’s extremely supportive and just happy to be there and see you try stuff on!

• Kenji: Also, a nose bleed, but he stays awake. Like Iketani I see him being happy with whatever you want to get for yourself, just counting himself lucky to also see you in sexy outfits and getting to help you look around and find something you’d like. He was ecstatic when you loved the white one that he picked out, lowkey wanting to see you match his 180.

• Kenta: “Orange.” It was the first thing he told you when you both walked past the entrance to the shop. You looked at him with a confused “Huh?” and he repeated himself. “Orange. You’d look hot as hell in orange. And of course, whatever other colour you wanna get, y’know?” he’d scratch his cheek sheepishly, stuttering a bit. With a small eyeroll and smile you told him he could go look for some orange sets and pieces, to which he happily set off on his quest. He’d be pretty much happy with anything you got, not being able to wait to see how hot you’d look posing on his car.

• Kyoichi: Black for sure. Like every other guy in this list and the last few below him, his first choice is always the colour of his Evo. He’d also like a deep ruby red, and like Ryosuke, would try to help you find something with a regal, almost prestigious shape, pattern, and appearance. Something worthy of an Empress.

• Rin: I see Rin liking black, along with some purples, whether it’s completely purple or its an accent colour, or purple with black accents, he’s pretty satisfied. He’d also like to see you get what you feel great in, not being a picky guy so much with patterns and the shape of the pieces. If you manage to find a black one with little skull or chain patterns to match his belt chain, or darker Shinigami personality, he’d revel in the sight.

• Go: This man wants to see as much boob as he can, along with you being covered in red. In my other headcanon of the guys’ favourite body parts, I saw Go as a tits man and it still stands. The nice soft curve of the cleavage and top of your boobs all circular and smooth has this man praying on his knees, for real. If you were also specifically wanting a red set or pieces, he’d make it a mission to find the perfect ones and try to weasel himself into trying to help you put the pieces on in the dressing room, which wouldn’t work, of course.

• Wataru: I see him being a little shy about it, but inevitably liking the white and black piece mix match like Takumi, but would also try to find you maybe more earthy colours, like greens or blues? I feel he would have a thing for purples, like a violet or deep and vibrant shade of purple. The styles and colours he’d help pick out would be a refreshing variety, something to see what colour resonates with you best once you actually get to try them all on and see his reactions. He’d stand just across your changing room, hands on his hips casually or arms crossed only to drop them along with his jaw when you present yourself.

• Nobuhiko: This smart guy would pick up on how the few pieces you’ve gathered are the same colour as his glasses. You might even try to find some shades of silver close to his Altezza. Nobu, being a very respectful man, he’d lean more towards the sets and pieces that cover more, but have small gaps to show skin within the patterns so they can be seen more clear against your skintone.

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bellygunnr · 1 year ago

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Tomorrow and Our Other Futures

My half of an Art Trade with the wonderful @twilighthomunculusart / @twilighthomunculus

This was a total blast to write!! Thank you!!

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Humidity makes the air stuffy and warm, thick to breathe, but Kai sucks it in anyway, grimacing as sweat collects against his skin, perspiring happily around folded joints and scrunched fabric. He has to swap his phone ear to ear to dry his palms, half in the mind to put Kyoichi on speaker phone just to avoid the hassle, but something stops him. Maybe it’s how public his apartment is, or how well sound carries from balcony to balcony. He doesn’t want anyone having the entire conversation, but maybe he should duck back inside anyway. It’s getting late.

“You know, me and Seiji were considering heading up to Fuji Speedway,” Kyoichi says, voice crackling slightly over the phone. “That’s near you, right?”

“Close enough,” Kai says slowly. “I haven’t-- I’ve been focusing on more local things. Haven’t hit there yet, so…”

Shuffling on the other end of the line. Something dark flits across Kai’s vision. He tracks it to the railing, where light floating up from below illuminates the shell of a beetle. Bits of wing stick out from its carapace.

“So what? You should come with us. We’ll crash at your place for the weekend, since the drive’s so long. Sound good?”

“Woah, hey. I’m cool with coming-- you know that. You sure you want to crash here, though?”

His apartment’s tiny. Barely more than a studio setup, with most fixtures a combined room except the closet and bathroom. Not to mention all the stuff he still hasn’t unpacked. Really, he’s been living out of his MR-S more than his room.

Kyoichi mumbles something unintelligible. The faint click of a lighter twinges Kai’s inner ear, followed by the snap of a zippo. Kai can see it perfectly in his mind’s eye, and, fuck.

It’s only been a couple weeks since he’s moved out. No one was particularly friendly in Tochigi, but Kanagawa is a new type of hell, trying to meet people. He’s lonely. He’d had a routine-- and now?

“Can’t be any worse than my place, Kai,” Kyoichi says.

The beetle flares its carapace, stretching out its wings. Kanagawa even has different bugs. The summer works differently. The pavement on the touge is an unfamiliar formula. Kyoichi, at least, is the same, voice tight with a perpetual edge of being irritated.

“Got that right,” Kai snorts. “Alright, okay. When should I expect you guys, huh?”

“Dunno. Guess you’ll have to call Seiji for that. It’s late here-- good night, Kai.”

The cell goes dead. Kai stares at the screen with bemusement, Kyoichi’s words echoing in his head. He’d gotten breathless and rushed, there, at the end, probably because he started having an emotion. Maybe one of them should have started an argument instead.

But he can’t deny that he feels a little better.

—

The Evo III slides up next to his MR-S like it was always meant to park there and Kai just stares at its glossy black paint, throat choked, until the doors pop open and the remnants of Team Emperor come spilling out. Kyoichi runs his hands through his hair, headwear tucked into the collar of his shirt, betraying the impact the day had on him. Opposite of him, Seiji stretches, groaning loudly as he chases off the aches of riding in a stiff sports car.

“Well! That was fun,” Seiji says. “Oh, shit, Kyoichi, pop the trunk, will you? I just remembered–”

Kai tilts his head, watching silently. Kyoichi waves a dismissive hand and tosses his keys at Seiji, who catches them without looking halfway to the rear of the car. The parking lot lights frame them perfectly, throwing them into that stark relief so reminiscent of Iroha’s slopes. Maybe something’s wrong with him, or maybe that’s all he’s ever known, and dealing with change is– hard.

“You guys better not have gotten me anything,” Kai calls. “I didn’t get you anything!”

“Obviously,” Kyoichi says.. “And if you had, I’d hit you. Go on, we’ll catch up.”

Kyoichi has the nerve to wave Kai on. Sputtering, but compliant, Kai turns on his heel and hurries up to the upper level. At least this way, he’d have time to pick up a little…

Not that he hadn’t already! Kai had spent the better part of a week making sure his stupid flat looked presentable. Some boxes got unpacked, he scrounged up some extra bedding, and he even had food in the fridge. Drinks, too. It’d have to do.

He has enough time to shove a few things into unseen corners before there’s knocking on his door. He hurries to open it with a flourish, only to gape at the gift brandished in Kyoichi’s hand.

“You guys didn’t have to get me anything,” Kai laughs. “Is that–?”

“Sake,” Seiji sings. “And movies. And an extra futon.”

Kyoichi’s footsteps are loud and heavy as he crosses the threshold. Kai wonders if he looks this huge everywhere, or just here. Seiji takes up room, too, but he slips in far more delicately from behind and immediately sets to untying his boots, overnight bag pinned under an arm.

“The movies were Seiji’s idea,” Kyoichi says with a grunt. So we’re watching them because he’ll be sad if we don’t goes unsaid.

Kai accepts the proffered gift of sake, the shiny wrapping crinkling against his arms. He’d have to get cups, and maybe popcorn, even as he reels at the sudden turn of events. Really – this was a lot. This was downright sappy for Kyoichi, no matter how dour he looks. It’s saccharine.

—

They never flipped on the lights. In the dark, they’d shoved everything over and made the bedding, spearheaded by Seiji’s giddiness, leaving Kai feeling– pleased but unbalanced. The sake helped settle him a little, but not even it could soften the sharp sensation of Kyoichi’s arm around his shoulders. When he steals a glance at him, all he sees is a barely-suppressed smile and a pink flush across his face.

The movie is a quiet one. Foreign, either French or American, Kai can’t tell, but it’s good. Seiji leans his full weight onto Kai throughout it, humming.

“Do… either of you… know what’s going on?” Kai manages to squeak out.

“Car race,” Seiji says, with a grim inflection. “It’s good.”

Well. Yeah. Kai snorts a laugh. He’s not wrong.

“Where did you even get this from, Seiji? What happened to Perfect Blue?”

“Oh, yeah, Perfect Blue. Great buddy film,” Kai says, giggling. He grips his sake closer to his chest. “I saw it in theatres awhile ago.”

“You were a baby awhile ago,” Kyoichi responds, flicking his shoulder. “Seriously, Seij–”

Seiji flaps a placating but dismissive hand, then throws his arm around both Kyoichi and Kai, dragging them closer. The pile of pillows and blankets they’ve wrested onto the floor with them shifts haphazardly. Music and noise blare from the television as one of the quintessential car races goes belly-up.

Kai stares as the scene is repeated from every angle. He thinks about SW20s, autumn, and dangerous hairpins. He thinks about the blind corner in the track he hit last week. It’s all part of the game, here. He needs to rotate his tires.

A strong hand tugs his drink out from his grip.

“Hey!” Kai says, grabbing for it.

“No,” Kyoichi grunts, and downs it. “Stop looking so maudlin. You’re giving me depression.”

“If it helps, I got the movie from Fumihiro,” Seiji says conversationally. “And you already have–”

Kai squints at the screen, theft momentarily forgotten. Who the hell was Fumihiro? Kyoichi seems to know, as he has to duck underneath his fist, striking out at Seiji with a clumsy swipe. Laughter overrides whatever the TV is doing, and Kai breaks down into giggles between them, burying his face in the blankets.

—

Kai wakes up slowly in the morning. His neck hurts. He’s too warm. There’s something sharp jutting into his lower back. When he tries to move his arms, he finds he can only retrieve one, and opens up sticky eyes to investigate.

His apartment is a disaster, is what he registers first. Not unusual, but strange because didn’t he just clean it? And then, oh, right, Seiji and Kyoichi are here– and wow, okay.

He’s half lain out on top of Kyoichi, who folded himself into a pretzel, and Seiji is the one who has his arm trapped by reaching across the gulf to grip his team leader’s hand. Sunlight flickers in through the curtains, casting a slice of light over the three of them. Kai debates waking them up, or moving, or anything, really.

But that’d be a waste. It can’t be that late in the day. Besides, Kai can’t let them know he saw them holding hands. That’s– that’s gotta be saved.

And he does feel better. More settled. Huh.

With that last thought, Kai tries to turn over, curling into the mess of bedding and Seiji’s side. He’s asleep within seconds.

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