“Imagine how much more deeply we could live without these bodies in the way.”
You turn to look at him, your jaw grazing gently against your shoulder. The subconscious fluttering of your eyelids making you more and more aware of yourself. Your body’s too tired but your soul’s wide awake.
“What do you mean by that, toshi?” You respond after letting the statement linger.
“They get in the way.” He says.
Your fingertips tap gently in a thoughtless rhythm against your pillow. Silently putting his figure into memory. His back muscles honed by years of training, acne scars from adolescence, and miscellaneous scars from ‘here and there.’
“I wonder if they do.” Your index and middle finger find their way to trace his shoulder blade. his traps and lower back twitch and relax under the pressure of your hand. He turns to eye at half of you.
“This is what I mean.” He spoke, impossibly calmer than before. Tinted with a bit of frustration.
“I can only show you so much, all I have to offer you is my primal reactions.” He breathes out as he turns over to look at you.
“If I were more, I could’ve seen you from the second I turned my head.” He continues and puts your hand on his chest. “If we were more we could’ve been constantly looking at eachother.r”
You breathe, eyes grazing over your hand on his chest, his brown hair, the sheets. “This is already good.” You voiced. “I don’t know how I’d feel if I had unlimited power to see you.”
“I want to see you… always.” He yawns. “I love you my dear…” he struggles to keep his eyes open.
“Go to sleep dummy.”
Safe to say ushijima wakatoshi had a good rest that night. And whether he was little spoon or big spoon is a question that will stay unanswered.
Just a little existential thought I keep having, had to put it somewhere in the world :p. Possible spelling ooc yadayada. This is self indulgent. I’m also so tired I’m gonna pass out. This is to put some activity on the account, apologies for any formatting or grammar mistakes!
summary: a wealthy family buys you as a pet for their allegedly sick son, what could go wrong?
warnings: implied mentally ill kazutora, dirty/gross kazutora, pet!reader, catty/bratty reader (only on the inside.) unethical adopting/buying of hybrid pet, the animal mentioned in text is a cheetah/feline, but feel free to pretend it’s any other animal you’d like :). crack fic? use of y/n, use of master/young master, some apostrophe and grammatical errors im sure...
a/n: i had a lot of fun proofreading this and it turned from a dark romance intimate setting to an impromptu crack fic LMAO, long time no seeeee :( ive been so busy with studying i had no time to post or format my writing to look aesthetic TT thank you all for the love on previous posts! requests open and accepting anything in my inbox :))) also, thoughts on this indent kinda tagging? lmkkk
kazutora lays in his bed, hair flowing onto the sheets and pillows. both his eyes and hair glimmered as you looked. wait, maybe the glowing hair is just grease…
you sit on the carpet, looking at your new owner. blinking, focusing on his dyed hair, on his soft looking sheets, his slim figure. and anything else that could describe him. maybe if the sun hits him at a good angle it’ll look like a subtle shine rather than oil.
his parents bought you for their son, the handler had warned you in advance that the boy wasn’t mentally right. you’d asked politely at the time both out of curiosity and a trace of fear. all the handlers would answer with were vague lines that didnt imply anything. but what were you gonna do? complain?
you rest your cheek against the sheet. the man flinches, no. almost jumps out of bed like a looney toons character at the sudden contact (that wasn’t even on him.) he huffs and stares. you take it as a sign to back off and pull your head back from his sheets. reverting to a respectful position near his bedside. this cheetah isnt looking for a fight mister. so much for trying to unleash your inner aegyo and make somebody fawn over you!!
you gently huff and turn your focus onto the room’s decoration and furniture, eye’s tracing the wooden furniture, the engraved closet, and… the mysterious paint cover ups? then you’d zoned in onto the window. silently admiring the moon and stars, breathing in and out to imagine the moon’s light gently washing away discomfort.
until he starts whimpering and groaning. you almost snap your neck looking at him. first day on the job (more like first day of your new life) and you already killed him??? its barely been a few hours! well, not to fret! better hope he’s still breathing!
you place your hands gently on the bed. trying to appeal with your cuteness while also hoping he didnt swallow his tongue. perhaps also because of fear. you look up at the trembling figure
“young master, is everything all right?” you ask gently. in response he harshly turns his head to look at you with a glare mixed with annoyance and a hint of fear.
“don’t… call me that.” he grits his teeth and digs his fingers into the comforter.
“you- you don’t serve my parents I’m only th-the master…” he huffed and sat up. making eye contact.
“yes… master.” you blink while looking into his dull but enchanting eyes. not daring to look away.
“no… just s-say kazutora…” he says almost in a pained voice, edging in discomfort.
“yes, ka… kazutora.” you force the name out of your throat. being under the same training as a show animal has lead you to be very aware of social hierarchy and the power (im)balance between human and hybrid. you were very aware no human owner nor hybrid was the same, but assuming patterns was easy. this pattern, however, had no structure nor predictability.
“nn! m-master and kazutora!” he whines. it sounds like discomfort, it sounds like annoyance, it sounds foreign. “master! and! kazutora! use it interchangeably!” he quips again before laying down once more, swiftly. you began to wonder who the cat was between you two.
this whole ordeal has just confused you more. he’s acting like a petulant child. hell, you were more respectful as a cub, not like you had a choice at the time though.
“master kazutora…” you lay your hand on the unironed comforter as a silent invitation. “do you require any comfort?” he fixed his stare at you, taking you and your invitation all in. “do you want to?” an answer to your question which ultimately made sense but was a bizarre way of responding.
“yes.. I serve you kazutora… master.” you reassured him and maybe even yourself. you internally gleamed knowing you’d won him over, in a way. in a very surprising action, he scoots over and opens his him-shaped-blanket for you.
“here… come here… not too close! but lay…” he… I guess cautioned? it’s unclear of what his intentions or train of thought are. alas, you had no choice but to lay next to him. when in Rome, do as the Roman’s do. doesnt mean you cant have fun with the roman, does it?
you climb into the bed. before laying down, you very carefully assessed the mattress quality down to the stitching on the blanket to calculating the amount of space between you and the man also in bed. you finally lay down, if you could start singing you would. 'soft sheets! it should be me being a young master id be able to use these amenities right!' you were ready to continue day dreaming, not before he’s voice took you out of your thoughts.
“hey… your name’s y/n right?” he said. not asked, said. trying to start conversation, not a bad thing. you nodded with a silent ‘yes master.’
“what does that mean?” curiosity filled his features as he tapped his ring and pinkie finger into his collarbone, a nervous tick maybe?
“yes, it means—“ although you wanted to boast your training and abilities, you simply explain your given name to the person who owned you and your life as a person. the fact he was interested in your life made you equally parts happy as sad (that you would never be a young master.)
“I think it’s beautiful… julie.” he grins how a child smiles with a lollipop in hand after a vaccine shot made them cry for 30 minutes straight.
‘who the hell is that?? I just said my name are you hard of hearing or something? can’t you lil read if you are??’ is what you would’ve had said, but you’d prompted for a polite and simple “who is julie, master?” in a sensitive voice.
“I was trying to make a n-nickname like- like jule. J-e-w-e-l jewel. like jewelry. cause cause you’re a jewel and all? do you like jewelry I can get you some…” he goes on a tangent.
“I-it’s all okay master kazutora!” 'no need! im your j-jewel' …yeah you’d never be able to say that. no matter how much you wanted approval. secretly, you did want jewelry. have to keep up the act though, right?
after the ice breaker conversation, kazutora closed his eyes and went to sleep. an action that flabbergasted you since it was so sudden, but you just ended up smirking. your first day here and you’re already sleeping in a nice bed? life doesn’t seem so hard after all.~
warnings: implied female reader in one ss but otherwise gender neutral, message screenshots, random character mix, use of pet names, quick post (not really this was over the span of a few days,) ooc?
notes: thank you for the likes on my last 2 posts (tokyo revengers and yakuza) :) im making a introductory / pinned post soon, let me know any feedback in inbox .✦ ݁˖
Summary: reader wakes up in the middle of the night with the bed empty, only to find majima unable to sleep, smoking a cigarette in the bathroom (w/c: 624)
Warnings: 2nd pov cigarette smoking, use of pet names (sweet cheeks x2, hun, doll), use of daddy sarcastically, slight angst? but ultimately fluff, established relationship
A/n: I wrote this months ago, yakuza 0/post yakuza 0 majima, divider by @chrisssiren
Any time after midnight and before 6 am are the peak times of mental destruction, relationship turning points, and “fuck, I don’t wanna go to work tomorrow” ‘s.
Surprisingly enough, tonight was not one of those nights. In fact, you were fast asleep and in the arms of your trusty boyfriend, Majima Goro.
In a bustling city like Osaka, it’s hard to get some sleep. But, it’s even harder to get back into it after waking up at 3 am. Especially when you find yourself in a fetal position you have no recollection of getting into.
On instinct, you follow the subconscious voice in your head screaming for sleep. Not before the instinct to reach out to your boyfriend, of course.
You reach your arm out to his side of the bed. Patting once, patting twice, and the third pat to the sheets (empty of boyfriend) forces your eyes open.
“Huff… goro? You went out?” You force out a hoarse and confused sound from your throat.
The little light open in the bathroom indicates there’s some sort of answer to the lack of other-human in your bed. Against your agonizing slumber you get up.
The sound of feet tapping against the floor knock majima out of his thoughts. He pays it no mind till you’re in the bathroom. He shuts his eyes as he let his head press into the cold tile of the bathroom.
“Why are you up?” You cross your arms and lean against the door.
“Whyre you up?” He quips back with a drag of his cigarette.
You sit next to him on the ground, pouting. “Aww I don’t know… maybe I missed my boyfriend and my body woke me up after sensing you weren’t there?
He blows out some smoke and snorts. “I doubt it honey, go back to bed ‘fore daddy makes ya.” He smirks. But there’s a tired, somber look in his eyes.
“Talk to me.” Determination mixed with concern lace your voice as you ask whilst your knees.
“Nuthin’ to be talked about sweet cheeks.” He pats your head.
“Bullshit. Dont think petting me will get you off the hook now.” Your tone doesn’t align with your actions. Annoyed people don’t rest their heads on the person who’s annoying them’s shoulder.
“Do you just not wanna talk about it?” Although you wanna pick at his brain, you do have better judgement to be kind and sympathetic. He just nods in response.
“Kay,” you snuggle up into him more, “guess I’ll just sit here till you stop being emo and get back in bed. Or till I fall asleep and you carry me back.” Followed by a huff and a yawn.
“I give it 5 minutes hun.” He scoffs with no bitterness, before his tones turns awfully soft. It’s gentle but a firm “sleep well doll.”
You just doze off on the cold bathroom floor, head on his shoulder. It doesn’t matter that the bed is a few meters away, the real reason to go to sleep every night isn’t a bed. Sometimes, it’s on the bathroom floor smoking a cigarette.
“Mornin’ sweet cheeks, sleep well?” He purrs in complete darkness.
“Do you always flirt with women right when they wake up and can’t see a thing?” You yawn and stretch.
“Nuh uh, just you.” You can’t see but you’re sure he’s smirking.
“Yeah yeah… so why were you smoking a cigarette in the bathroom than go outside like a normal person?
taiju x hare!reader (w/c: 1019)
summary: reader wants wholehearted attention and nips taiju instead of saying it outloud
warnings: 2nd pov, use of y/n, pet names (babe,bunnyx2,sweetie), reader is more hare like than human, reader is silent (implied autstic maybe?), taiju is a simp, taiju and reader go head to head/reader isnt afraid of his loud antics, reader is a brat, ooc taiju?
a/n: this is my first fic on tumblr! plz be kind <3 also the first fic ive ever posted online (to my knowledge at least, i probably posted on wattpad years ago...) please leave concrit in comments or in ask box!
in a world where “cuter” hybrids are more preferred by the public, life as a hare wasn’t as bad as expected. especially when you have a boyfriend with the spirit of a tiger.
in his muscled glory, taiju shiba sits on the couch. its no surprise that he’s bulky even without a post-workout pump, which is what makes the domestic scene he’s in more shocking.
before he could properly wake up and get a sip of coffee in, there you were in front of him, penetrating his soul with your harelike eyes.
“good morning to you too.” he says with a furrowed brow.
you blankly stare at him, blinking at an unnatural rhythm. what was natural, however, was the spot he’d opened up next to him. a personal, yet silent invitation.
taiju subconsciously starts patting your head as you sit down, following an almost metronomic pattern of patting, drinking coffee, and looking at the magazine. he was about to flip the page when he was met with a small sting in his palm.
“the hell?!” his brows furrow. both at feeling a sting and being disrupted out of his flow state. he’s met with your sharp features mentally frowning at him.
this time, a brow raises in interest rather than a subconscious need to furrow his brows as a means to glare or intimidate. you knew a furrowed brow wasn’t gonna scare you. but in taiju’s head, he wondered if his expression would alarm you.
it mightve been your pride, it mightve been your stubbornness. hell, it mightve even been the fact you’d gotten too used to him. but you were standing your ground. you wanted something, and you wanted it now.
the thing is, taiju cant read minds. nor does he know the reason of your moodiness so early in this morning. the dilemma causes a prominent vein to bulge on his forehead.
“whats that all about babe? why’re you biting me huh?” he tries his best to understand your sudden tantrum without pushing you down and kissing it out of you.
“...” you let out a low sound from your closed mouth. he knows you want something.
“spit it out bunny, dont make me tug it out of your ears.” you nip him again after his juvenile joke, harder this time.
“tsk! you’re fiesty!” his grumbling is accompanied by his left thumb rubbing the reddened spot the edge of his right palm. he freezes his action when he feels your body flop against his side, completely unexpected move and complete knock out. (boxing joke intended)
a huff, a leg thumping in dissatisfaction, or a stomping away from the couch wouldve been more expected from you. but this? fine, this time he wont add fuel to the fire (the usual fuel to the fire being cuteness aggression or him folding one way or another no matter what. he also sees the latter as him being “the bigger person.”)
the magazine found home in his hands once again after you’d settled and seemingly calmed down. unlike his firm grasp on the paper before, his thumb and index finger fiddled with the right page, as to not irritate the hare-bite on his palm.
two page flips later and taiju was back into his regularly scheduled programming. pet, drink, read. pet, drink, repeat. pet, drink, repeat. pet, drink, r–
as soon as he was about to reach his ultimate flowstate, his bicep was the victim this time. he glares at you whilst simultaneously thinking whether he should tug on your ears till you spit it out and asking you to bite his forearm too.
“seriously, are you trying to rile me up? on this saturday morning? at 10 am???” his attempt at a spooking glare turns into a blank gawk seeing your face.
thats the face youre making? what happened to a piercing gaze? your attempt to instill fear into him/assert dominance does the opposite effect. maybe because he thinks youre cute regardless, maybe because he knows youre trying to scare that makes this all the more heart-tugging to him regardless.
“whats your issue y/n! speak to me dammit!” his endeavour to claim the upperhand falls short, begging rather than rage. he huffs as he focuses on you and then on your hand. specifically what you were pointing at.
he looks at the magazine. “the paper?” he asks dumbfoundedly.
when you point at the coffee mug after he verbalizes the word, he only rubs his temples.
“seriously, what is this? charades?” he scoffs. “you woke up moody, and youve taken it upon yourself to annoy me? guess what? its working. anymore of that and you’ll regret it.” he leaves the threat open-ended. moreover, he knows he cant cause real damage.
his annoyance washes away as he hears you speak up for the first time today.
“look at me. pay attention to only me.” your expression hardens.
“dont look at the magazine or drink coffee. look at me- drink me.” your face adorns a knitted brows a frown.
‘every sentence is sweeter than the last, so how is your expression getting more and more sour with each line?’ he exhales as he thinks to himself.
“you little brat. i thought hares were the more mature and sexy counterparts of bunnies.” he laughs. a laugh reserved only for when you really amuse him, and gang fights.
you ‘hmph’ and turn your head. but youre still pulled into his lap regardless.
“oh no sweetie, you’re not going anywhere. you want attention? fine. you want me to drink and eat you up? ill do that. you want me to look at you? i’d be a fool if i looked anywhere else.” he deepens his gaze as he holds you close.
he sneaks a kiss to your lobe. “next time you wanna be all bunny like and needy, tell me. i like the fight, but i like seeing me win more.” rough translation for regular brains: i like seeing you being open with your feelings and i hope next time you dont feel embarrassed or ashamed of talking to me. i enjoy speaking to you.
please let me know if you enjoy lowercase writing! i usually follow rules of correct grammar but as ive seen this kind of writing is popular and makes texts more lighthearted, i decided to give it a shot! thanks for reading!
