Arashi Keizou - Blog Posts

this was so beautiful wth 😭💕

Boys Will Be Bugs

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The first generation of Black Dragon meet an artist!reader at school and slowly become friends.

Platonic!Wakasa, Benkei, Akashi x gn!reader and slightly romantic Shinichiro x reader

I don’t really like this (I don’t like this at all) but I already wrote it so I decided to just post it lol

Shinichiro sighs and looks around, searching for an empty classroom. Letting his friends meet him at his school was already a mistake, since the principal isn’t very friendly towards people from other schools. If anyone snitches to the principal, he’s dead. His grandfather won’t let him live this down and on top of that he’ll get detention. Wakasa, Benkei and Akashi surely make other’s heads turn towards them, because of their scary aura. The fact that they’re well known delinquents doesn’t make it any better. Shinichiro glances through a little window on a door and the classroom seems empty. They walk into it and he let’s out a sigh, feeling relieved.

The guys sit down on a few chairs that were in the classroom and start talking about gang business. Though the eldest Sano’s joy was short lived. The classroom door opens and you walk in, holding your tote bag full of art supplies. With earphones on and deep in thought you don’t notice the three scary looking delinquents and their stressed leader staring at you. You put down the bag and turn around to walk towards your unfinished painting that was left in the classroom. That’s when you notice the four guys that look so out of place, it was funny. Your lips part a bit and you raise your eyebrows out of surprise.

“Uhh.. Can I help you?” You clear your throat. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you guys in the art club before. Or are you new?”

Shinichiro quickly stands up, blush covering his whole face. He was embarrassed, but also feeling shy, because he just saw the most beautiful person ever. How are you even real?

“Oh.. Sorry. I thought this club was over already and we really needed an empty classroom.” He explains, hoping you won’t turn around and walk to the principals office to snitch on him. You let out a hum.

“The art club should start in like ten or fifteen minutes.” You notice his face drop. “But the sewing club just ended twenty minutes ago and no one should be in the classroom by now.”

“Is the classroom unlocked?” Akashi asks, looking at you. The look he gave you made shivers run down your spine, but you shook it off quickly.

“Oh right.. I can give you the key. And once you guys are done with whatever, you can just bring it back to me. I can trust you, yeah?” Shinichiro quickly nods. “Okay so, when you come here to give me back the key, if I’m not the one to open the door, just tell them that you need to talk to (L/N) (Y/N).” You grab the classroom key from your bag and give it to Sano.

“How come you have your own key?” He asks.

“I go to the sewing club and most of the time I’m the last one to leave. Sometimes even hours later..” you blush a bit. “So they just gave me a key, so I can stay for however long I want.”

They say a quick thanks and leave the art club. But that wasn’t the last time they saw you. For a month straight, every Tuesday, they would walk into the classroom before art club started and you would give them the key. You even considered to make them one of their own, but quickly crossed out that thought. It wasn’t your place to do that. The teacher and principal trusted you, and you didn’t want to loose the trust.

But one day, the sewing club lasted way longer than expected. You were all alone in the art club classroom and they walked in, a bit slumped.

“Here’s your key.” Wakasa dropped it on your table. “The club isn’t over and they should be there for a few more hours.”

The guys almost walked out of the class, but before they could, you lowered the music you were listening to and let out a sigh.

“You could stay here y’know that right?” The paintbrush you were holding, was dipped into water. “I’m listening to music with earphones on. I won’t hear whatever you all are talking about. Plus I put all of my attention to painting, so no need to worry. It’ll be like I’m not even here.”

And they did stay that day. And the next week. And the next.. Slowly, but surely you all became friends. They would bring you snacks and would tell you to take a break from painting, since you would stay in one place for hours. You got to know them and they got to know you. Though when painting you would still put on your earphones and listen to whatever was playing from your playlist, as loud as possible.(sometimes they would talk so loud, you would still hear them, no matter how loud the song was. But your full attention was on painting, so you wouldn’t know exactly what they were talking about, just a few snippets here and there).

One day they walked into the classroom and it seemed like nothing was out of the ordinary. Except for Shinichiro’s hair. He ditched the hair gel. You thought it looked better that way. You were having an art block and couldn’t paint anything and on top of that, you forgot your headphones. They didn’t mind if you heard what they were talking about. Shinichiro even stood up and did a few fighting moves (they looked more like dance moves, but you didn’t want to ruin his mood by saying that) while talking about the latest fight they were in. An idea crossed your mind and you went straight to work.

A week later they barged into the classroom, and found you drinking coffee, while looking at a huge painting you were working on. That day you didn’t forget your headphones and were once again listening to music. They gave you whatever snacks they packed for you and sat down to talk. Your presence was calming for them. They had no need to come back to that classroom (Wakasa, Akashi and Benkei especially. They didn’t even go to this school. By the looks of it, they showed up to your school more than theirs), but they did. It felt cozy. They even changed up their schedule and came to that classroom after art club was over, knowing that you’ll stay there for a few more hours.

But that day you left earlier than usually. You left them the classroom key and a big envelope. They opened it as soon as you left and found portraits of them. Every single portrait had a different bug drawn on it. There was a butterfly flying around Wakasa, a bee on Sano’s nose, a dragonfly sitting on Akashi’s shoulder and a grasshopper on Benkei’s head. They furrow their brows and look at each other’s drawings. As they turn them around to see if there’s anything there, they notice handwritten notes.

“Sano Shinichiro, bees are not designed to be able to fly. I read it somewhere on a newspaper and it NEVER left my mind. But they really wanted to fly and adapted so they could. Can you imagine that?? How cool. Bees also symbolise hard work and dedication. You remind me of a bee. You work so hard for others. (I also didn’t think you’re “designed” to be a gang leader, but it seems like all is going well. I’m happy for you.) But like a bee, you need to sometimes stop and look at the pretty flowers (they suck the nectar, but I don’t think I want to see you trying to suck nectar from flowers). By that I mean, stop and look around. Life is great. Spend some time with yourself, or just go do something fun! You overwork yourself.”

“Wakasa Imaushi. Butterflies are not only beautiful, but also have mystery and symbolism. They are a metaphor representing transformation, change, hope and life. I know it was hard for you to change your ways and drop your own gang. But maybe it was time for a change? I notice how happy the guys make you. You just try not to show it, huh? Your “I’m too cool to give a fuck” face doesn’t work on me. Butterflies also remind us that life is short. So live your life to the fullest. You’re a cool dude.”

“Akashi Takeomi. To a warrior, a dragonfly tattoo represents agility, power, speed, victory, and courage. You remind me of a warrior. You’re this big scary guy (you’re not actually THAT scary..) and most people fear you. You have this strong aura around you. (You remind me of the God of war Ares. But better, because you’re a very nice guy. Thank you for always buying me drinks! I never thought I’d like that brand, because they seemed too sweet for my liking, but now I’m hooked.) Dragonflies encourage people to get rid of their doubts and live life to the fullest. You remind me of a dragonfly for some reason.”

“Arashi Keizo. Grasshoppers are interesting bugs. Their carefree life is a reminder to enjoy the pleasures of life. (I hope you’re enjoying your life, I think you’re a really great and friendly guy. Thank you for the snacks, you somehow always bring my favourite snacks?? Wizard.) Having the grasshopper as your spirit animal means that you have a lovely personality and people tend to enjoy your company. (I enjoy your company. And the other’s as well. Thank you, Sano, Akashi and Wakasa for always keeping me company. I now realise how lonely it was without you here.)”

Shinichiro starts to blush and realises you just screwed him over. The small crush he had on you, just turned into a way bigger one. They all smile and share the little notes they got with the portraits. And as they were trying to put the drawings back into the envelope, so they could safely bring them back home, they notice something written on it too.

BOYS WILL BE BUGS

I am so wet. Like WET. Oh my goodness I actually feel so dirty rn I LIKE IT.

I AM FEELING SO MUCH RN UGH😋😛🤣

May I request NSFW Benkei or Angry, them losing their virginity to you and you losing yours to them? If not it's totally ok!

Doing Benkei because he's my baby daddyyyyyy

Wipe Me Down: Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

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tw: NSFW

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Your claim to fame is being the only woman who's known Benkei the longest (besides his mother, of course). You knew him even before he was Redcliff and just some small-time hustler in the area that was affiliated with Ragnarok.

And it isn't much, but it's enough to garner respect from those who do know your status in Benkei's life as his one and only woman. He's not one to fuck around, and he expects the same from you. Even though the conditions around your first meeting are still a little muddled, you like to think about it from time to time, musing on how lucky you got to meet the man of your dreams.

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6 Years Earlier

"Do you even know what's in that?"

Your friend is shouting in your ear over the music, but you pretend not to hear her as you sway your hips back and forth, relishing in the feeling of being free.

You're free from school, final exams, thoughts of graduation... everything. And the house party you're at is themed as such, with "free" being the word of the evening. Everyone is dressed scantily, and you're no exception with your tight jeans and crop top hovering above your midriff. Your right hand is holding a red solo cup filled with alcohol, and the other is snapping to the hip-hop drifting through the air.

Yoru eyes are closed, but they drift open from time to time, catching the eyes of strangers watching you dance with the others on the floor. Some eyes are scrutinizing your display, others are observing it with mild curiosity. But the eyes you find locked onto your figure every time you look their way are full of unbridled and unabashed lust. They belong to another stranger, and you invite him over with your body, eyes drifting from his braided hair to his muscled chest.

"Okay," your friend begins, interrupting your staring. "I'm sensing a major hottie at six o'clock."

Your eyes scan the room, then notice a blonde-haired fellow with an earring dangling from his ear, inching toward you and your friend's position on the dance floor.

"Do we go or stay put?" you ask, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Stay put," your friend answer softly. "He looks like a chaser, too."

Your eyes glance from the man trying to weave his way through the crowd and the other man sitting with his legs splayed on the couch, trying to determine your best cause of action. If you stay put, you might have to wing-woman. If you move away, you might lose sight of the other guy in the corner and maybe miss your shot.

You or your friend?

"You girls look like you're having a lot of fun..." The blonde man is right next to your friend, his purple eyes glowing in the neon lowlights. "Mind if I join?"

"Hey, little sis," you hear behind you, and you turn to face the man with the braids in his hair approaching both of you with his hands in his pockets. "You ready to go?"

You open your mouth to reply, but the bigger one looks at your friend, blinking. Oh. Uh-oh.

"Um..." your friend stammers a response, then settles for: "I actually want to stay for a while longer. You can go if you want." The man with the braids nods then looks down at you.

"You know where the drinks are?"

You cast a glance back at your friend, who's pointing away with her index finger at her side. Then she mouths "go" as the blonde pulls her close, his lips pressing against her neck.

You turn back to the tall man, then smile.

"Uh, yeah. Right this way."

You both know where the drinks are, the man is just trying to get you away from the situation that is your friend and the guy that literally appeared like a ghost a moment before.

"You're a damn good friend," he mutters, tipping his cup up and finishing his tequila. "That guy's not really my vibe. I would've definitely cockblocked."

"He seems fine," you offer, sitting next to him on the stairs with your drink. "I mean, what twenty-something guy doesn't seem a little weird?"

"So I seem weird to you?" The question throws you off, and you look over at the man, gulping.

"No, I just meant..." His eyes focus on yours, and his brows furrow. "I meant..."

The man laughs, putting his arm around you and pulling you close. "I'm messing with you. You're cute when you're flustered." Your cheeks warm up as you look away, feeling the man's fingers caress your bare skin. "What's your name?" he whispers in your ear, and you shiver even though it's not cold.

"Y/n. Yours?"

"Keizo."

You don't really get past names once you're making out on the steps, your hands sliding down his chest and resting on his stomach. His fingers cup your chin, bringing it up a little so he can run his tongue over your bottom lip before stopping, then kissing down your jaw and to your neck.

"Hah..." Your breath escapes you in gasps, and Keizo chuckles, sucking at your skin while his hands slide down to your shoulders. His mouth latches onto your skin briefly before letting go, no doubt bringing the blood to the surface.

"God, it's loud," the giant mutters, looking over your shoulder. "Mind going somewhere quieter?"

"I don't mind."

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You didn't realize somewhere quieter meant the bedroom upstairs. Keizo is beneath you, hands tangled in your hair while you kiss and your breaths become more labored with the burden of the tension. Hands hold your hips as he grinds his erection into you from below, swiping his tongue wherever it can go. Yous silently thank fortune that you came without a bra and that your nipples are pebbled enough to feel through the thin crop top you call clothing.

"What brought you here to the party?" you gasp between kisses. "Never seen you around here before."

"Friends wanted to rent the house out for the evening," he explains. "Thought I would do them a favor."

This favor is paying off, you think. It's only a matter of time before you're half-naked and Keizo is stripping himself out of his clothes, panting softly while you exchange feverish kisses. When he's down to his boxers, you can fully see the array of tattoos coursing around his chest and arms. They're like a piece of art splayed all over his body, and you want to drink every detail in when you awaken the next morning.

"Pretty girl..." he murmurs in your ear. "I want to feel you around me." You pause.

This would be your first time.

And yes, you're attracted to Keizo - and consenting - but the thought is daunting.

"I..." Keizo notices your hesitation and swallows hard, his fingers smoothing up and down your bare arms.

"Tell me. I can always put my clothes back on," he chuckles, showing his dimples. "No pressure."

"I'm still a virgin," you blurt, biting your bottom lip. Keizo tilts your chin up, searching your eyes briefly before replying:

"I am, too." You frown.

"But you're---"

"Just because I'm in Ragnarok doesn't mean I'm a womanizer," he interrupts. "I've had my eye on you since you walked in here. And I have to admit, I'm not disappointed by what I see." You smile shyly, then rest on his chest.

"Love at first sight? For a gang member?"

"Maybe lust at first sight," he corrects you. "But I do want to know more about you now." You lean forward to kiss him, and he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear, using one hand to pull you on top of him again and sink your hips down on his clothed erection. "I want you to touch it, princess."

Your fingers slip past his waistband and find the cock there with ease, rubbing along the shaft slowly while you take in the size. It's hefty, but not too much to scare you away, and Keizo helps you with guidance, like licking and sucking to his liking, but then he flips you onto your back and tosses your legs up. Keizo parts them and instantly attacks your core, tongue flicking while he moans gently.

You jerk at first but then relax into his power and skill. Giving over your control to a man you've barely known for a day is enough to make you wonder if you've been missing this - this affection, this passion, this... deviancy.

"Keizo," you moan, running your hands over his braided head. His eyes flick up to yours and you swear you feel him smile then dig deeper into your core with his tongue. Your toes curl as he gives you the sensations you've so desperately wanted to feel since you walked into this dark bedroom. Your grind your hips against his face, and Keizo grunts, gripping your legs with his hands as if to encourage you.

You love it. The hulking man brings you closer and closer to a climax, his tongue searching your spots for the one that'll be just right...

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." you gasp, legs trembling as you let loose. "I'm--"

Keizo reaches a hand down to his cock, pumping it as you cum and shake. All because of him; this is his doing.

After a few kitten licks at your core, he raises up, still stroking his rock hard cock. He produces a condom from somewhere, tearing the wrapper and sheathing himself with it.

"Want to try it, babe?" he wonders, tucking his bottom lip into his mouth. "You don't have to, but--"

"Yes," you pant, spreading your legs with your hands. "Yes, I do."

At first, he doesn't go in at all. He tries to enter you while you're on your back, but instead, you find yourself on your side, leg slung over his hip while he teases your folds with his tip. And even though this moment should be a semi-serious one, you're both giggling like schoolchildren.

"You're plenty wet," Keizo murmurs, running his left hand over your hair. "Just really tight."

"Sorry," you mumble instinctively.

"Not a bad thing," he quickly replies. "Just something to notice."

In that next breath, you feel him slip past your entrance, his cockhead breeching your walls with slight force. Even with the condom on, you can feel the veins, the brief stretching, the way his dick jumps a little when you inhale.

"Oh," you gasp, fingers gripping his bicep tight. "Oh my gosh." Keizo's breath hitches as he pumps into you slowly, working himself past your tightness and into even more pleasure.

"Holy fucking shit," the man hisses once he's halfway inside of you. "S-stop moving, baby. Can't take it." Your walls stop fluttering around his cock, and he lets go of his breath, shuddering as he moves inside of you once more. "Let me just..." Keizo pauses, sweat dotting his forehead. "I'm trying so hard not to cum."

"It's okay," you whisper back, eyes half closed. "Take your time."

Half an hour later, your chest is pressed into the bed, and Keizo is rocking himself slowly in and out of you at the same pace he started at. His cock is fully inside of you, stroking your walls and filling you up with as much cock as you can take.

"Mmmm." Your hands grip the sheets and the man behind you leans over your body, kissing your cheek.

"Tell me how it feels."

"Feels good," you moan, bucking your hips back. "Just like that..."

"Careful," he breathes, which sounds more like a whine than anything else. "I'm close..." You reach your hand down to rub at your clit, but it seems this is exactly what Keizo needs to tip him over the edge. "Oh fuck," he whines, hands sliding form your hips to your breatss as he raises up, your body flush against his as he cums. You have to admit, Keizo is a loud cummer. And the force of his orgasm startles you, almost to the point of bringing about your second climax.

When he's done with you, he lays you on the bed, slipping himself from between your legs and placing a tender kiss on your cheek.

"How was that for your first time?" Keizo wonders softly.

"Amazing," you reply, looking up at him and grinning. "You?"

"Felt like heaven." You fall asleep to the sounds of thumping music and drunken laughter, while you're held in arms that are soft enough to soothe your racing heart.