Thoughts about Ranpo (BSD) and Imayoshi Shoichi (KNB) that nobody asked for
I’m not saying that Imayoshi would be scared of Ranpo, but I have a feeling he’d be on his best fucking behaviour around him. Like I’m sure Imayoshi would want to rag on him a little but he wouldn’t get too comfortable.
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Yeah I’ve been gone for 5 months, and i might vanish for a few more but I had to put this out here. 😭
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Summary: a vacation with shoichi. warning: reader is female.
His hands were on your hips. Your mouth against his. Your back is against the wall. His hips ground against you, and you pressed harder against him, wishing nothing more than for him to be inside of you. He pulled away, and his lips were on your neck as he pressed himself harder into you. He gently bit your neck as you let out a moan. His nose gently brushed against your neck, hesitating for a moment. He was hard and still pressed against you; the feeling making you wet. He looked at you, and just when you were about to look away, he took your face in his hands. He smirked as his eyes met yours, and you felt your cheeks burn. He was always good at reading people. He read them as easily as reading a book. Sometimes, you hated it. Hopefully, he will be nice this time.
"I want you to say it." He said, his voice making you close your legs. He was between them, and his smile only grew wider. He knew exactly what you were thinking and what you wanted, but of course, he had to tease you now.
Your eyes shifted away, and he moved in, his lips on your neck, before he pulled away to look at you once again.
"I want you in me." You said with your eyes, looking into his eyes.
He smiled, "Of course, darling." His hands found their way up your shirt, and then it was off, tossed somewhere in the room. He removed his shirt before stepping back and removing the remainder of his clothes. Whether you bothered taking your skirt off or not, it didn't matter. You were once again pressed up against the wall. His hand between your legs working at rubbing your clit. You moaned and rocked your hips against him. His thumb continued to rub against you. Two of his fingers found their way inside of you. Sliding in and out slowly, you let out a moan and rocked yourself against him. His other hand grasped your hip and pressed you against the wall. He would speed up. Eventually, until then, he continued his slow pace. He went faster as he inserted a third finger into you. His tip leaking pre-cum, he continued until you came, and then he removed his hand. He stroked himself a couple of times and couldn't help but let out a moan before he slid himself into you. His hands were on your hips as he lifted you off the ground. Your arms were around him as he began to thrust his hips slowly. In and out of you, he enjoyed teasing you in any way that he could. His pace quickened, and he went harder. You both were moaning here and there. Your hands tightened around his shoulders as you began to cum, and he soon followed after.
It was a hot summer. Neither one of you could stand the heat any longer and decided to take a vacation somewhere. It took a few days to get there, and you couldn't help but look at him, wanting him in you, from time to time. You didn't want to admit that, and you hoped he didn't notice how you looked at him. Of course he did. He was great at knowing just about anything from a person. When you walked through the hotel and took an elevator, he stood close to you. It was almost as if he were pressing you up against the elevator, with one hand on the wall behind you, but he didn't do anything further. He knew exactly what he was doing and how it made you feel. Still, you remained quiet, and when you walked through the hotel room and set your bags down. He pressed you up against the wall. If he had gone too far or you wanted him to stop at any point, he would've known, or you could have said something and he would have stopped and apologized, but you didn't. You wanted him to keep going, and he knew that.
He’s a clown. That evil smile comes in handy when he’s in the middle of a game is simply a front, because he’s 100% bouncing off the walls when he’s around the team.
He might be the captain, but Susa normally has to keep imayoshi, plus the other starters on a leash.
Proof?
this clip is all the proof you need, I know these are just bloopers but still.
His handwriting is a nightmare to read. I have half a mind to believe that if he ever passed a note in class, you’d actually have more difficulty reading what he wrote than whatever the teacher was doing on the board. Maybe not as bad as doctors handwriting, but even if you are a master at reading Japanese, you’d have to light the paper on fire.
Imagine he tried to send someone a flirty note in class. Instead of giving him whatever reaction he was looking for, they just sat there like “😀 I’m sure what you wrote was nice.”
Imayoshi Shoichi + Ranpo Edogawa headcanons that I, again, have 0 evidence for
For imayoshi:
Imayoshi is in the orchestra.
I know the average school day schedule in Japanese high school may not allow that since he is also on the basketball team but hear me out.
I see him playing either the baritone sax for songs that are more for concert bands. But if the song doesn’t have a bari sax part, he plays the cello.
For Ranpo:
If ranpo were in school, he’d also be in the orchestra.
I see him playing the alto or tenor saxophone (mainly because of the official art with him holding a sax).
The song I have linked is a concert band playing Moon River from Breakfast at Tiffany’s and I can envision Purin (yes I have a nickname for him I will explain it in another post) playing the solo part (please listen to it it’s so beautiful.
