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sir-klauz · 2 years
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Dakaretai Otoko 1-i ni Odosarete Imasu, as beautiful as ever, acting in the production and theatrical performance of Blood Wedding.
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puzzleshipper4life · 2 years
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"mi tesoro"
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The fact that Takato's engraving is "messed up", as he phrased it, is so cute!
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bishonenlover · 2 years
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Junta and  Takato - Gekijouban Dakaretai Otoko Ichii ni Odosarete Imasu. Spain Hen
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renwinters28 · 2 years
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"I'm going to chase you, Takato." 🌺
— first dakaichi edit from me.
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maraflogo · 2 years
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mooncrvmbs · 2 years
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i rewatched dakaichi after so long i kinda forgot the elation i felt watching it for the first time
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yaoi-yuri-forever · 1 year
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Takato x Junta - dakaichi my number 1 🖤🤍
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Takato x Junta
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xshion · 2 years
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It’s been awhile since coffee made me shaky and heart racing ugh but it’s happening
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sir-klauz · 2 years
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chunta (nickname) and takato - kiss
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intheticklecloset · 2 years
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The Doctor Is In (Dakaichi)
Summary: Junta's attempts to engage in some stereotypical roleplay become sidelined when he's reminded - again - just how incredibly ticklish his boyfriend is.
A/N: Yet another BL anime I binged in just a couple of days and just had to write for! Enjoy! ^^
Word Count: 1,050
Warning: This fic is a little steamy, but still SFW.
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“Oh, this is so much better than what I had planned,” Junta chuckled, setting all of Takato’s nerves on high alert even more than they already were. The taller man gripped his wrists even tighter against the wall above him, smiling down at him in that knowing, devilish way that the former “sexiest man of the year” simply couldn’t help but fall prey to every time.
“Chunta,” he whimpered, voice coming out smaller than intended, “please don’t…I’ll make too much noise. Someone will hear.”
“Then I’ll cover up your screams with kisses.” Junta’s reply was effortless, smooth – and he followed through instantly, crushing his lips against Takato’s at the same time that his free hand reached into his partner’s open button-down shirt to scribble at his upper ribs a second time.
As before, Takato spasmed against the wall, trying to wrench his face away to relieve his body of the giggles that desperately wanted to bubble up out of him, but his wicked boyfriend kept up with him, continuing to kiss him deeply as he let his fingers stray to more ticklish spots. He was barely brushing, hardly scratching – but god if it wasn’t the most ticklish thing Takato had ever felt. He wanted to beg, trying and failing to bring his arms down to protect himself.
Junta’s grip was firm, determined, but he finally showed a bit of mercy and ceased both his tickling and kissing at the same time. “I think your nervous system is functioning perfectly normally,” he murmured gently, his words slightly confusing to Takato. It took him a moment to remember why he was in this situation in the first place.
As he often did, Junta came into his dressing room after one of his live shows and locked the door behind him – presumably with a sign on the door that warned others not to disturb them – grabbing a lab coat from the rack of clothes against the wall and donning it with the intention to do a little sexy roleplay…which had quickly become something else the moment the demon angel had brushed over one of Takato’s many, many ticklish spots.
So now here he was, stuck helplessly against the wall of his own dressing room as his evil partner beamed down at him, his fingers slipping inside his open shirt once more – this time reaching further upward.
“Chunta—mmph!” Takato groaned and giggled against his partner’s lips while Junta scribbled into his underarm gently, making him squirm and struggle and laugh his frustration right into his own human gag. He was grateful for Junta’s consideration in terms of potentially being caught by laughing too loud – the both of them knew it was one-hundred percent possible – but at the same time, not being able to openly react the way his body wanted to was driving him insane. He desperately wished he could laugh out loud.
Junta tickled from his underarm down to his collarbone and across to his opposite ribs, down further to his sides and belly, finally wiggling a finger into his belly button, which is when Takato really became grateful that his desperate sounds were being muffled because he absolutely shrieked when that single, persistent finger found one of his most ticklish spots.
He bucked and thrashed against the wall, laughing into Junta’s kiss, trying to wrench his head away even for a second – a single, blissful, laugh-out-loud second. It was another minute before his boyfriend gave him another break, watching with loving, heated eyes as Takato gasped for air.
“Please,” he begged before he could be stopped. “Please, if you’re going to tickle me, let me laugh out loud, Chunta…please!”
“Oh?” Junta smirked, leaning down to hover just above his lips again. “I thought you didn’t want to get caught?”
“I don’t care,” Takato replied breathlessly, even though he was still concerned. “Please, let me be loud.”
Junta chuckled darkly, his finger that was still in his lover’s navel wiggling again, drawing a startled scream from the dark-haired man at his mercy. “As you wish.”
“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Takato tossed his head back against the wall, relieved and mortified to be laughing with such volume interspersed with so many squeaks and embarrassing snorts, though Junta – being Junta – drank all of it in with absolute adoration, leaning down to gently kiss his throat as laughter ripped from it. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! CHUNTA PLEHEHEHEHEASE, NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”
“Begging already? That didn’t take long,” Junta teased against his throat, making him groan through his growing hysterics. “What if I don’t want to stop?”
The words sent a sharp chill of excitement down his spine, though logically Takato knew they had to stop before someone came knocking. He struggled in vain, trying to avoid looking in Junta’s eyes, knowing the love and desire he’d see there would be enough to make him submit completely, no matter the consequences.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” he cried, knees nearly buckling for how ticklish that single finger was. “GAG ME!! GAHAHAHAHAG ME, CHUNTAHAHAHAHA!!”
Junta chuckled again and did as he was asked, instantly muffling his desperate hysterics yet again, making Takato immediately regret his request, as he was driven up the wall even harder than before at his inability to laugh out his ticklish frustration properly.
“Interesting,” Junta said after another long minute of tickle torture, stilling his finger once more, gripping Takato’s wrists harder. “You asked me to gag you rather than to stop. Having fun, are we, Takato?”
Takato’s entire face was already as flushed as it could get, otherwise he’d blush at the teasing. “Please,” he whispered, hyperaware of the finger still in his belly button. “Please, Chunta, just get this examination over with…”
For a moment Junta looked confused. Then he recalled the lab coat he’d borrowed and grinned, eyes bright with happiness and mischief. “All right,” he murmured, finally releasing Takato’s poor, ticklish belly button in favor of traveling even further down. “If my patient would be so kind as to hold still, I’ll get this over with as quickly as possible. Feel free to hold onto me at any time, because this is really…” Junta hovered his lips over Takato’s again. “…really going to tickle~”
The demon angel’s determined kisses were the only thing that kept Takato’s ticklish screams of laughter from reaching the ears of anyone else in the building.
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yaoioioay · 3 years
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katsus-mistress · 3 years
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My new religion: Blue-haired bitches who are soft only for their yellow/orange haired rays of sunshine
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binanshi · 3 years
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Takato…
☞︎ Like or reblog if you save
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ccbells · 3 years
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translation (This is only Junta's speech will post takato's answer soon. Hope to have time 😭.)
Junta: How much are you going to give me.
I..
the ring, and the oranges too.
the color, and the sound i got all of them.
but..
the more i get it, the more i want to steal.
your happy voice,
There are voices that sound angry and sad.I want to make everything mine.
I ONLY WANT YOURS.
PS: This is my own translation, dunno if this is accurate. Apologies 🙇‍♀️
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Fuck
Not me dying inside while another gay anime couple slowly takes over my life 😅😥 I'm fine.
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