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SMOL KING ˖⋆ imaushi wakasa

sum ˖⋆ behind closed doors, you’re getting stretched by a small man w a big plan.

content & warning ˖⋆ fem!reader, unprotected sex, reader likes Waka but pretends she h8s him, short fic, MDNI PLS!!

“Wakaaa!” You whine, “you’re— hahhh, you’re so deep! I can feel you right here!”

“Mm, yeah?” Waka moaned, “I still gotta dwarf dick? Dwarf dick wouldn’t have you cummin like this! Fuckkk— fuckin’ pussy is made for me!”

You don’t really remember how you ended up in Waka’s office; one second, you were teasing him about having a small dick because of his height then the next thing you know you’re on his desk, paperwork scattered across the floor.. he has your legs pinned against your chest as his huge grithy cock stretches your needy cunt out.

White is all that Wakasa sees on his cock.. you’ve already came multiple times. Your pussy starts to fart, making Waka whisper praises underneath his breath, “fuck, bratty pussy so good! all f’me shittt.”

You cover your mouth upon hearing the trainees talking close around Wakasa’s office door. You just pray no one comes in because it’s not locked. “‘m bouta cum again Waka! Fuck!”

“Then fuckin do it!” Waka hit that spot that made your toes curl and you silently screaming.

Waka shot his load on your tummy and smeared it down to your sensitive pussy, “Mm, you’re such a good girl f’me.. when you wanna be.” He said smirking and bent down to kiss you.

You shoved him out the way, “move, asshole!” You snapped, getting up from the table with shaky legs.

“Asshole?” Wakasa questioned, “I thought we were finally getting along.”

You rolled your eyes, “as if.. I still can’t stand you and give me my panties Waka!! you already stolen the other pair after we fucked last time!”

Wakasa pouted and reached in his pocket and handed you your panties, “anyways, what ya think?”

“Think about what?”

“My dick.. you have no reason to call my shit small anymore.”

You sighed, “it’s decent size, I guess.”

Wakasa chuckled, “this is our third time fucking and all you can say is it’s decent ? Damn you really are fucking stubborn.. guess I gotta fuck it outta you tonight.”

“Can’t tonight,” you said putting your jeans on, “gotta date.” You’re obviously lying to get under Wakasa’s skin.

Waka shrugs, “ok.. I’ll just fuck you in front of em’. I want em to see how you cream around my dick and-”

You covered Wakasa’s mouth with your hand, “shut up geez, you’re so weird!” You’re obviously flustered and Waka thinks it’s so cute.

He licks your hand, making you jerk away but he pulls you into his embrace, “bet you love it though, just as much as you love my big dick.” He said as he peaked you on the nose.

The Fluffy Life of Dating a Delinquent

Tokyo revengers boys and the little things they do (that I want because I'm lonely lol)

Warning: extreme fluff, just Tokrev characters being in love with you

Mikey is the type to buy snacks for you, no matter what. It doesn't matter what time of day it is, he's got some food for you too. He's calling you at 3am in the morning and telling you that he got you some chips, can he come over. He thinks sharing food is the best way to share love and well, he's right ❤

Izana will know everything about you. Your favourite colour, your favourite places to go, what you like to watch. Honey, he got you. You're his assignment and he's passing with an A+. He's the best person when you're sad because he knows exactly what to do. He can cheer you up in five minutes, tops.

Draken is so protective of you 😭. He knows he's well-liked and he's got an entire brothel, might as well take advantage of it. He wants to take care of you, and he knows you need boundaries and space sometimes but he lives a bit of a dangerous life, he needs to make sure you're taken care of. If someone actually got a scratch on your head he's killing them. No questions asked.

Hakkai didn't come from the best family. After the death of his mother, everything kinda fell apart. That's why he wants to start new traditions with you. Getting take out every Friday, matching accessories, whatever it is. He considers you family and he can't wait until you two pass down these traditions to your children.

Baji names cats after things related to you! Your favourite things to eat, do, whatever! Anything that's remotely related to you, that's the new name of the cat! Has given cats pet names that he usually uses for you, sometimes it's a bit confusing, but it's more so endearing.

You can say all you want about Kisaki but no one can say that this man isn't your biggest fan. You're the only one in his eyes but you're also the best. You got no competition but you're also destroying your competition with the twitch of your finger. Ain't it nice, to be someone's one and only 😆

Ran's ideal date is a sleep date. You two watching a movie on the computer, cuddled together under the blankets. He lasts half the movie but it's worth it because he has his hands on your waist and chin on your shoulder. He says he's not a cuddler but his grip on you is like iron, he will not let you move.

Mitsuya will fit you into his schedule no matter what. He's got two younger siblings and a Hakkai to take care of but he always has time for his baby. Yeah, he has three late assignments, five new outfits to make and grocery shopping to take care of, but please tell him about your day. Will take a break from what he's doing for his beautiful baby.

Might not look like it, but Benkei has the best hugs. You guys see him latting Shinichiro's head, now imagine those big strong hands wrapping around you. He's so warm and comforting, his hugs are meant for a higher power. Even if he's strong, he's incredibly careful around you. Big strong men being delicate for you despite their strength 🤤

Rindou makes mixtapes for you. You're always on his mind and when you're on his mind, he just makes a playlist for you. You and him probably share a Spotify account at this point with the amount of playlists dedicated to you. And they all have the same sappy titles 'to the Love of my Life'.

You ever see someone looking at their partner in the picture instead of at the camera. Yeah, that's Shinichiro. He knows that he was lucky to get you, and he's in awe that you still choose to be by his side. Now, the only time he smiling is because he's looking at yours 😁

Cooking together, the best and tastiest love language around. Fits that best boy, Angry has it! Will make your faves, and he HAS to learn food from your culture. He likes going on picnic dates because he can show off his skills to you, and he loves hearing your enjoyment (and you're the real winner with how delicious everything is). You two cook together. Though if you're one of those who are a mess in the kitchen, Angry's just happy to see you enjoy things he made. Pls praise him though, he won't say it but be revels in your praise. Your words are everything to him ❤.

Takemichi is loyal to the end. Don't worry about this boy lacking, he's here for you. He could be in a room of models but the only one he's got his eyes on is you. You're #1 to him 🥰

If you hate someone Chifuyu hates them even more. You say something bad about someone once, he despises them forever and wants to sell their soul to Satan. He will not forgive and he will not forget. He loves you and he will never get other people who don't feel the same.

Wakasa would quit smoking for you. The minute you cough around him, he's throwing his cigar away and replacing them with lollipops. No matter how much he might miss them, your lungs are more important 😙

Those things that you're obsessed with that no one else really cares about? Kakucho will erase those worries, easy. He doesn't mind your ramblings, encourages them. Will keep it all in his mind and remember them so he can participate deeper with things. Your interests are his interests hun!

Kazutora loves spontaneous dates so much. And he makes sure that you two go on them often. Wants to make sure that your relationship never weakens so he loves being around you, and the best way to be around you is doing your favourite things! He will sneak you out if need be so you two can have a picnic in the moonlight.

You need some support, good thing Sanzu offers it unconditionally. Going from things like you needing help on wash day to you needing to cover up a body, your bae's got your back. He might not enjoy doing everything, he's just a tad bratty, but no matter how loud he's complaining throughout, he still gonna do it!

Smiley will defend your honour! He hears some bitch talking about you, he won't let that slide. Blood will be spilled. Someone got something fun to say about your heavenly skin, he gonna kill someone. He's like Draken if Draken was an unhinged gremlin. He will beat someone up and then look at you with a smile on his face like, are you okay precious?

All your dreams of drowning in a strong man's clothes (that's a fantasy we all have, right?) are fulfilled with Mucho. He's so much taller than you (and if not, he's got muscles for days) so whenever you steal some of his clothes, you swim in them. It's a beautiful, comforting, amazing feeling.

Atsushi is the kind to learn how to braid just for you! He knows that going to a barber is expensive so he's got your back. He's doing goddess braids for you, cornrows, whatever you desire. And if you're not a braid person, well good thing he can learn how to!

Shion's pet names are ridiculous! Will call you baby cakes all the time and then start calling you pumpkin the next day. Is he doing this because he's stupid yes but he also likes to see your little smile. All he wants is your goofy little smile 😘

Takeomi is a planner, always, and you're always going to be part of his plans. When he's talking about the future, you're going to be part of it. It's so sweet how casual he is about it, you two will just be laying down in his bed holding hands and he'll be mentioning how good you'd look with a ring on your finger.

Hanma is secretly a romantic. He's an adrenaline junkie in the end though, so he spins things to an insane degree. Sneaking up a ferris wheel and kissing you under the moonlight, telling you to skip school so you guys can watch the sunrise and sunset, skinny dipping at the beach! If it's a bit too much, he gotchu. He's fine with both of you just hanging out on your bed or chilling in the bath. He's not your typical love interest, but he's surprisingly understanding and sweet 😍

Can y'all tell how deprived I am 😭. Also, not proof read because I'm lazy!

Hey, I'm new to your page but can request some Tokyo revengers comfort headcanons not with character x reader but just with the characters in general . ❤❤❤❤ thank you !!!

It's Okay...

Note: sorry, I didn't know if this is what you wanted, but I hope that you're okay with this! Also, there are some things that allude to a female reader, or some mentions of a menstrual cycle, but otherwise pretty gender neutral.

The absolute best at comforting you, like they always make you feel good. It does not matter what the situation is. Your stomach hurts, they stocked up with chocolate, heating pads, and are on their way to get whatever drink you need. You feel a little under the weather, sit down, he's got your back, and don't let him see you move even a little bit. He's doing your hair routine with you to comfort you, painting your nails, anything he can do to turn your frown upside down. he can't stand to his baby down, and he will do anything he can. When you want someone at your side, they doing everything they can. You can rely on him.

-- Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Inui, Peh, Akkun, Takuya, Shinichiro, Kakucho, Draken, Hina, Yuzuha, Emma, Naoto, Takemichi, Angry, Pah, Hakkai, Yamagishi, Arashi, Rindo (he the better brother, I ain't hearing it)

Not the best at this whole comforting thing but the minute he sees you start to tear up he will do the best he can. He doesn't get why you're crying, but he knows that he doesn't like it. The things can vary (and they sure do vary). This can go from buying you some new clothes, throwing heaps of money at you (cough cough Koko), surprising you with some homemade fireworks that are not at all safe (cough cough Hanma), yeah, sure, not everything is the best for you, but you know that they're trying. Hopefully their attempts can bring a smile to your face :)

-- Hanma, Koko, Senju, Sanzu, Takeomi (toxic siblings for life amirite), Taiju, Makoto, Baji, Kazutora, Mochi, Ran, Shion, Kisaki

The Who Am I Jumping Squad? Baby, I know you're sad, so who should I be coming after. He sees you start sniffling and he decides he's not gonna let that slide. Your teacher gave you a bad grade, yeah, I'll get them fired for you. If not fired, they disappearing somehow. Some rival gang decides to mess with you. He'll fucking destroy them. How dare they have the nerve to try to hurt you. When he's done (and probably covered in blood tbh), he'll do his best to comfort you. How does cuddling and a nice hot drink sound?

-- Wakasa, Angry, Izana, Bonten! Mikey, Ran, Rindou, Shion, South, Kisaki, Baji, Sanzu, Mochi, Taiju

Can you make a date board for Wakasa please

Dating Wakasa Imaushi <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : I’m back!! Sorry for the long wait but here you go!!

got me all teared up 🥲

[ 𝟕:𝟑𝟐 𝐏𝐌 ] — 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀

“are you done being mad at me?” wakasa raises a brow, and you’re almost inclined to throw the knife in your hand at his head—but, given that he’ll simply dodge it, and you’ll just have a ruined wall, you decide to fight the urge. he sighs when you don’t answer, pulling a chair from your dining table and seating himself as he watches you make dinner.

still enough for two, he notes, and a small spark lights up from his fingertips all the way to his heart.

“y/n, i told you it was an accident, don’t be so mad all the time,” he groans, and the glare you shoot him makes him roll his eyes.

and it’s not like he meant to forget your date, he usually always remembers. it’s one time, and wakasa can’t understand why it’s such a big deal.

“are you gonna just cry over one missed date for two days now?” he asks, irritation lacing his voice. “we could’ve gone on like three dates by now if you just stopped sulking,” he mutters, picking at his nails, and a part of you wants to scream at him, wants to throw all the dishes in the sink at him as he tries to dodge them all, but another part—a part you’re trying so hard not to show—simply wants to cry.

and you know how he is, you knew before you ever got involved with him, you know he’s not the most expressive guy—but somehow, despite it all, you just wish he’d at least look like he’s trying.

“y/n,” he says seriously, eyes finally hardening with a firmness you know all too well. you don’t think you can handle this conversation right now. “enough is eno—”

“please leave,” you whisper. wakasa pauses, staring at you incredulously as you don’t even spare him a glance. he thinks it’s because you’re mad—you know it’s because if you do, the dam will break.

it’s so silly, so incredibly sensitive of you. you’ve been dating for months, the honeymoon stage is long over, but still. you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to make your eight month milestone with wakasa special—and you thought there could be the slightest chance he’d feel the same.

but he forgot. and you feel dumb. you feel like an overly sentimental fool, and even if you try and tell yourself you’re simply overreacting, you can’t help but let the hurt blossom.

and you’re sure your boyfriend will look at you like you’re a fool too—and you certainly feel like one—so the best thing to do is avoid him until the feelings fizzle out.

but wakasa seems adamant on that not happening.

“what?” he inquires, and your eyes betray you, casting themselves as traitors as they let hot tears stream down your face. you angle your body away so he can’t see, hoping he doesn’t notice, but almost instantly, there’s a presence hovering behind you. “y/n, what’s wrong? shit—okay look, i didn’t mean to forget, alright? that was on me, it just slipped my mind—kay look. don’t cry or nothing, alright?”

“just go away,” you sniffle, twisting to avoid the arms that move to wrap around your waist, and for a second, you think you’ve probably ruined everything.

he’s probably tired of your overreacting, and the thought makes you wrap your arms tightly around yourself, biting your lip as you fight the wobble.

“baby, just talk to me,” he mumbles, arms wrapping around you once more. this time, they’re a bit more determined, and they don’t let you escape. a soft kiss plants itself to the back of your neck, and you feel yourself get pulled into an sturdy chest. “what’s got you upset? the date? were you excited for that restaurant? i’ll take you right now, but don’t cry—”

“it’s not the stupid restaurant,” you sniffle, giving up and leaning your weight into him. it’s silent for a moment, and then you’re being turned, warm hands cupping your cheeks and tilting your head up to meet wakasa’s gaze. his heart breaks a little at the glassiness of your eyes.

“then what’s got you all worked up, hmm?” he asks softly, and his thumb soothes over your cheek. the words almost tumble out of your mouth, but you stop yourself—and he can sense it. “tell me,” he says simply. “i want to fix it.”

and before you can hesitate, you’re blurting out, “it was our eighth month.” you look down, not meeting his eyes. “wanted it to be special. but that’s dumb, it’s okay, i was just bei—”

“ah fuck,” he curses. “knew i was forgetting something importa—okay, okay. new plan,” he murmurs, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, and you blink, brows furrowing that he’s not rolling his eyes, and he’s not telling you to get over it, and he’s not annoyed. “you finish up dinner, i’ll get you the fanciest reservation for tomorrow, kay? no more tears though,” he brushes away the last few on your cheek, hugging your waist as you process his words.

“what?”

“you heard me,” he whispers, voice husky as he trails kisses down your jaw, burying his face into your neck. “‘m sorry, baby. didn’t mean to forget.”

and it hits you that maybe you got it all wrong, that maybe you weren’t fair on wakasa. of course he cares, and a silly little eight month milestone isn’t silly to him if it’s important to you. you wrap your arms around his neck, shuffling closer.

“got all dressed up and cute that night,” you pout. “you didn’t even get to see.” he nods, rubbing small circles into your back.

“this is horrible news,” he mumbles. “i really missed out.”

“you did,” you nod, and he presses another kiss to your neck.

“s’okay, you’ll get all dolled up for me tomorrow, won’t you?” and finally, a small smile forms on your lips as you nod, relaxing fully into his embrace as he stays rubbing your back, the hurt and doubt and anger from before all melting away.

yeah, maybe you got it all wrong.

“you don’t deserve it,” you mutter.

“yeah, i don’t,” he agrees. pulling away, he looks at you with a small smirk, leaning in as his forehead meets yours. “but you’ll still do it for me anyway, right?”

and when you nod, his lips crash into yours, and you think maybe he is expressive—in his own annoying little way.

GAH

WAKASA

Wakasa “White Leopard” Imaushi

+ natural hair colors… for science

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havent been on tumblr much today cuz college is whooping my behind but I've been blessed with Wakasa content :((((

currently shedding tears

terrible things.

Warnings: angst (no comfort), a child, vague mentions of terminal illness, mcd

Pairing: Imaushi Wakasa x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Wakasa reminiscences about the greatest love of his life

For @/k-ryuuguji 's Valentine's Day collab!

“Do you wanna hear the greatest love story of all time?” Wakasa smiled down at you, his mind flashing back to the duration of your relationship.

It was the same cheesy story he always told this time of year. When the snow wasn't as compacted to the ground, and roses were being bred and made into beautiful bouquets for lovers to give to one another. It was the time of year that always tugged at his heart.

Because this time of year is when he met you.

Everytime he told this story, he could picture it perfectly. When he closed his eyes, the memories of you two danced behind his lids like a movie playing on a screen. He was the only one in the audience, cherishing each frame as they passed him by.

It was cold out, even bundled in a nice and warm jacket. You could see the heat from your breath each time you exhaled, watching it dissipate into the chilled air as you grew impatient. You weren't surprised that the blind date your friend had set you up on had flaked. Really, who could be all that interested in someone who was lonely enough to ask for a blind date? You didn't blame them one bit, especially on Valentine's Day.

Your teeth chattered and your body shivered as you decided to stop waiting. Couples were out and about, cuddled into each other for warmth. You averted your gaze, keeping your head ducked to avoid making any eye contact with the people passing you by. Your shoes lightly scraped the ground, the noise going unheard as everyone around you laughed and talked amongst themselves.

For a moment, you pulled yourself out of self pity. You were still young, you still had plenty of time to fall in love truly. Besides, it's not like you needed to have a romantic partner. Really, you just didn't want to spend the holiday alone. Honestly, who could blame you? It was easy to get lost in the thought of being loved. To be held by someone like they were going to lose you if they let go or didn’t hold you close enough. You wanted a love that consumed every fiber of your being, the type of love you didn’t think you’d ever find.

That was, until you ran right into him.

It was like running into a wall, nearly sending you crashing to the cold concrete. The person caught you by the wrist, yanking you back up before you embarrassed yourself even more.

“I am so sorry,” You rushed out, looking up to see a man your age with the prettiest eyes you had ever had the pleasure of looking into.

He looked down at you, his expression bored as he let you go, “You ought to be more careful. You could’ve gotten hurt.”

“Yeah,” You pulled your jacket around you tighter, teeth chattering again from nerves. “Thanks for helping me not look like an idiot.”

He frowned, pulling the sucker he had between his teeth from his mouth, “You’re freezing. C’mon, let’s stop and get some tea? Chatime is right up the street.”

You gave him a quizzical glance, “Forgive me if I don’t immediately want to go off with a man I just met.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you almost laughed. Wasn’t that why you were out in the first place? To go on a blind date with a man you had never met before? You could have what you wanted, to not be alone.

The man raised an eyebrow, “You’re in the middle of gang territory, Sweetheart. Plus, it’s Valentine's Day. Someone as pretty as you shouldn’t have to spend it alone.”

To think the best adventure of your life started that cold night. It was a wonderful thing, to find something like that by chance.

The day led to late night motorcycle rides, mid-day dates at Chatime, and early morning breakfasts in bed. Days and weeks turned into months and years, melting together as did the two of you. The instant connection the two of you had was like finding the missing piece of the puzzle and snapping it perfectly into place.

The first time you two confessed your feelings for each other was also around this time of year.

The two of you sat curled up on your couch as you waited for the ball to drop for the signal of New Years. A blanket was draped around both of your shoulders, you leaning into his arms, almost falling asleep. You did this every year, claiming you could stay up when you really couldn't.

He kissed the top of your head, “You're falling asleep again, angel. You said you could stay up.”

“Hush,” you lazily put a finger up to his lips. “No talking.”

The chuckle that reverberated from his chest lightly shook your body, “You're a brat.”

You lifted your head, looking up at him with a playful glare, “But I'm your brat, and you love me.”

Love. It wasn't something he thought about often. As of late, though, he was thinking about his feelings for you and what they meant. You were right too. He did love you. Being around you felt like home to him, your arms keeping him safe and warm.

“How’d you know that?” He questioned, his tone full of amusement.

You shrugged, as if it were no big deal, “I can tell by your eyes, babe.”

The way you could visibly see him cheer up when you entered a room, or just the simplicity of watching his eyes shine when he looked into yours. It was a beautiful thing to be able to witness. Everyone always talked about how someone looked when they were in love, but nobody ever talked about seeing it yourself.

“You're so in love with me.”

Wakasa smiled lightly, bending down and placing a light kiss on your lips, “You’re right. But, I also know that you're in love with me as well.

Cold hands wrapped around his as he reminisced, holding him tightly as he started to tear up. He recalled all the drunk nights with you and the guys, laughing at nothing as you stared up at the stars. At the time, you'd both been young and drunk in love. But, he wouldn't trade it for the world. In his eyes, your story would never compare to anyone else’s.

He sighed, recalling the night he finally worked up the courage to propose.

“When are you going to ask her?” Shinichiro’s question had been scratching at his mind for weeks. Driving him insane as he felt the ring in his pocket getting heavier with each passing day.

It was never the right moment. It never would be the right moment, he'd come to learn. It would be the perfect moment.

Valentine's day had once again come around, and he’d spent a whole afternoon with Benkei trying to formulate a plan. That was when he got the idea to relive your first date. The day you two had met.

You didn't see it coming. Not as you sat down im Chatime, lightly sipping away at your boba tea. Nerves started to get the best of him as he reached into his pocket. He didn't know why he was so anxious, as you two had been together for four years at this point in time.

But, Wakasa finally pulled the box from his jeans and placed it down on the table. He slid it across, as far as his hand could reach. His eyes found yours, lazy as always but full of anticipation.

“Can I tell you a wonderful thing?” He asked you, keeping his hand where it was. “You know I love you, Y/N. Would you do me the honor of your hand in marriage?”

He opened the box, revealing the small ring inside that he had been toting around with him for weeks. Your mouth fell as you stared at it, glancing back up at him as tears began to well up in your eyes. Taking the jewelry from the box, you gave your answer as you slid it over your ring finger.

After that, everything had become blurred. Your wedding, your honeymoon, the start of your little family when you told him you were expecting and came home with a small kitten on the same day. As much as he wanted to be mad at you, he knew he couldn't.

The day your son entered the world, a lot changed. Wakasa picked up more hours at the shop with Shin to keep income steady while you stayed home with the baby. You were more stressed, running on empty for weeks before you could get the infant to sleep through the night. Then when Shinichiro passed and Wakads took over the shop entirely you took up not only balancing the baby, but also the books.

But, just like everything the two of you faced, the two of you worked through it instead of falling apart. You grew stronger, you fit better, and never lost the love you had found years ago.

However, there were just some things the two of you just couldn't work through, no matter how hard the two of you tried.

With shaking hands you entered the house. For a bit now, you had been feeling terrible. At first you thought that you were simply stressed, but then rethought once you realized that there were other signs that just weren't normal.

So, you made an appointment and went to see what exactly was wrong. You and Wakasa were both hopeful to have another new addition to the family. But, when you walked through the door without a small animal in your hands, his face fell.

“Y/N?” He questioned once he saw the melancholy look upon your features. “What’s wrong? What did the doctor say?”

You let out a sigh, he stood up and walked over to you in a hurry. Concern had completely washed over him at the sight of you about to cry. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly as you broke down over the news. The two of you stood in the spot for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms in silent comfort. Slowly, and then all at once, the two of you sank to the ground and allowed yourselves to let it all out.

The hands that held Wakasa’s only held on tighter when his light tears became sobs. Your touch was like a ghost to him. there but not quite. A phantom memory that he tried to desperately cling to. Big doe eyes that looked just like yours stared down at him in shock, not knowing what to do as he watched him cry.

Sometimes love and didn't always work. By choice or by force, it just didn't always have a happy ending. But, even though it still hurt years later, he had experienced everything he could've asked for. True love, a family, a place to call home.

“It's okay, dad,” The small voice cooed, squeezing Wakasa's hand tightly. “Please don't cry.”

Wakasa pulled him into his arms, holding him tightly to his chest as if he would lose him too. Wind whipped through the air, making his eyes hurt and tears burn even worse.

“Can you promise me something?” He muttered, kissing the top of his son’s head. “That you’ll never forget mom loved you, and me. Even though can do terrible things, she was the greatest thing that ever happened to me.”

The young boy nodded, “I promise.”

Wakasa pulled away, wiping at his eyes quickly, “Let's go home, then.”

The child nodded, taking his father's outstretched hand before starting to walk to the car. Wakasa looked back, giving one last smile to the gravestone he was just at.

Life could do terrible things, but at least it had given him you.

A/N: This is twice now I have hurt Wakasa so here is my apology: im very sorry

crying because :((((( literal tears in my eyes I'm about to breakdown

𝟏𝟎:𝟑𝟎 𝐏𝐌 — ft. imaushi wakasa

wakasa likes it when you let him lay his head on your lap, and when you play with his hair.

hell, he loves it when you tug the elastic out of his locks and tangle your fingers in the coloured stripes of his hair, because god it feels so good after an entire day of having his hair all up in that tight ass ponytail.

he likes it best when you're both sprawled over your shared bed, muttering to eachother random comments about what happened through out your day, and he can see the crescent moon through the window.

outside, he might be the unphased, powerful and infamous executive of brahman, but once it's all over and he can come home and spend some time with you, that side of him dissolves.

he dissolves, into your hold, melting at your touch like you're the sun coming through the kitchen window and he's the ice cubes you always put in the coffee you drink at the start of your day.

he used to call shinichiro a sap, for constantly complaining about not having someone to coddle and take care of him - but now, he knows there's not a day he can survive without you around to treat him like he's something soft and fragile and sweet, after so long of being impassive, hard and battle-ready.

"there's a bruise here, waka." you gently press at his left shoulder blade. he's laying on his stomach, face pressed to your thigh, eyes shut.

"hm?" he pretends he's half asleep, hoping you won't get up. "oh. yeah, that's nothing. just leave it."

"it's purple, waka." you press, and he feels you moving, trying to ease him off you so you can get up. "let me get some ointment—"

"no, wait." he grabs your wrist and pulls you back - you turn to him, and he lifts himself off the sheets and sits up, hair falling in seams to curtain the sides of his face. pretty.

"what?" you question, and he has to take a moment to gather his thoughts. he blinks at you, long lashes throwing shadows across his face.

"one kiss." he says, and you raise an eyebrow.

"a kiss." he repeats. "gimme a kiss, and then you can go get the ointment."

you roll your eyes at him, then raise your hand as if to flick his forehead - but instead, you lace your fingers around the back of his neck and pull him close, land a peck on his lips.

"thanks." he gives you that half smile of his, lazily affectionate, and lets go of you so you can go get the ointment for him.

he's surprised when you lean back in and touch his forehead with your lips gently, before getting up and walking out of the room, muttering under your breath about kitchen drawers or something - he doesn't catch your words properly, because he's too busy thinking that, damn.

there really isn't going to be a day where he'll make it without you there with him. if shinichiro saw him now, he'd say, hah, you're the real sap.

but wakasa doesn't mind. he wouldn't mind being called anything, if it meant he was with you . . . and on that same note, he wouldn't really mind having shinichiro come round and call him a sap, either.

sorry bout that | imaushi w.

imaushi wakasa x fem!reader

summary: if they were so against it then maybe they shouldn’t have left the two of you alone.

warnings: mean!wakasa, fem!reader (referred to as benkei’s sister), fingering, lil oral (m -> f), choking, slight degredation (?), unprotected sex (BE SAFE KIDS), unedited

wordcount: 3k

MINORS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT (18+!!!!!) 

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making out with them

ft. wakasa imaushi & akashi takeomi

note that it's my first time writing for both of them lol, and idk why takeomi's part is kinda long :"

warnings: making out, more than suggestive (fr especially at takeomi's part), waka calling you princess cuz it makes me weak in the knees

— wakasa

a sigh left your throat at the feeling of him smashing his lips against yours. you can also taste the flavour of his lollipop from his tongue. his hands supports your body as he pushed you against the wall even more, not breaking the kiss. "waka," you sighed out his name as his lips went to the side of ear, tugging your earlobe softly. "what is it, princess, tell me what you want," he whispered.

"Hey wakasa, have you seen takeo- Oh," the voice stopped. benkei wanted to laugh and apologize but after seeing wakasa's stoic and expressionless face, he decided not to. "What is it, benkei?" he asked, not letting go of his hands off of you. "I was wondering if you've seen takeomi anywhere," he replied, looking elsewhere other than the pair. "Maybe out with senju," the ice cream coloured hair male answered shortly, turning his head towards you.

"shall we continue where we left off, my princess?"

— takeomi

hips straddling his as your fingers made a mess out of his fine gel hair. takeomi pulled you closer to him to deepen the kiss. a groan left his lips when you unconsciously grind against him. "getting needy are we, darling?" he chuckled, his hands slowly crept up to the hem of your shirt. you mewled softly as he lift up the shirt, leaving you in your bra.

"takeomi, have you seen my-" a small feminine voice stopped in its tracks. senju's lips formed into a smirk, placing a hand on her hip. "ohh look what we have here," she said in a playful voice. "you both really are getting drunk and nasty~" she laughed. her older brother rolled his eyes as you stayed quiet, not knowing what to say. you hid your reddened face into his chest.

"what is it senju?" takeomi sighed. the girl smiled and started to rock back and forth on her heels. "wellll, now that i think about it, i was wondering if you have some cash on you hehe," senju grinned, tilting her head to the side. her brother rolled his eyes and tossed her his credit card. with a swift goodbye and thanks from the young girl, she left the room with happily.

takeomi unclasped your bra by surprise and laid his face on your chest, nibbling on your skin along the process. you groaned, tugging his hair to pull his face closer. "please, takeomi, just once, please," you whined, feeling his fingers pinching your hardened nipples. the man below you smirked.

"be a good girl and sit still for me, yeah?"

boredom

a/n: this popped into my head literally two seconds ago and I HAD to write this

you open tiktok, seeing another AI filter that’s gone viral on your feed. strangely excited, you open the camera to see if you’ve become a mermaid or an alien.

your boyfriend, laying behind you, becomes bored of watching you drown yourself in social media, & decides to take your mind off it for a while.

he presses behind you, one arm holding himself up to loom over you while his other curls around your waist, slightly massaging the area.

heart racing, you continue to record, now tilting your head left or right on what types of food you liked the best. only to pause when you feel his wet lips on your cheek, moving down towards your neck, softly sucking on your skin.

his hand moves from your waist to your tummy, rubbing just under your breasts, teasing you.

your breathing becomes heavy, and eyes droop as you shudder.

“are you gonna keep recording? or be in the moment with me?” he whispers, breath warm.

your choice was fairly easy.

TOJI, GOJO, WAKASA, erwin, levi, EREN.

Wakasa canon needy boyfriend HEHEHE 💖💖💖 he needs attention always !

[ NEEDY ] IMAUSHI WAKASA.

“waka, please,” you sigh tiredly, but wakasa can hear the smile in your voice—he can even feel it as your lips press against his forehead in a gentle kiss. but he doesn’t let the soft touch of your lips bribe him into letting go, however. instead, he’s shifting more weight to press onto you as his face hides in the crook of your neck, pulling an exasperated groan out of you as you glare down at him.

“no,” he mumbles, latching onto your body tighter, “stay.”

“i can’t.”

“yes you can.”

“i need to get up,” you huff, “i’ll be late for work—again.”

“then be late. just tell them you had important things to do.”

“cuddling in the morning isn’t important—”

“that’s rude,” he interrupts, pouting into your neck as his hands squeeze your hips, “it’s important to me.”

you can’t help but roll your eyes, can’t help but purse your lips as you look down at the mess of hair under your chin as wakasa tucks himself into you. it’s a losing battle every morning—a constant back and forth that you know you’re powerless to win.

at first, imaushi wakasa seems like a distant guy. he seems like someone you’d get lucky to even hold hands with, someone who keeps his space and maintains his composure. at least, that’s what you used to think. it doesn’t take long after dating to realize he’s quite the opposite—that he’s clingy in the mornings, that he needs far too many kisses throughout the day to be normal, that he follows you around the house like a lost puppy, that he can’t sleep without you playing with his hair at night.

it’s funny at first, it’s cute and makes you just a little giddy that a renowned gang member is as needy as he is around you—but sometimes, like right now for example, it’s just a little inconvenient too.

“wakasa, you have to let go—”

“don’t wanna,” he grumbles, grabbing your hand and planting it over his head. you sigh—and yet, you’re tangling your fingers into his long tresses and scratching at his scalp. and really, you hate to admit it, but maybe it’s not entirely his fault that he’s as spoiled as he is—you never seem to really be able to fight against him, giving him exactly what he wants no matter how many times you tell yourself not to.

“you’re so damn needy,” you mumble, slowly rubbing circles into his back as he sighs happily. you eye the clock wearily, watching as the seconds tick by and the minute hand moves slowly but surely until you’re late—just like you are every morning with him.

“no ‘m not,” he murmurs—and then his head tilts up and his lips tug into a tiny pout as you pull your hand away from his head. “why’d you stop?”

“see?” you snort, pinching his nose affectionately, “very needy.”

your hand moves to cup his face, rubbing a thumb over the swell of his cheek. and there’s something satisfying about seeing someone like him pout as he presses his face deeper into your palm, something that makes your chest swell fondly as he closes his eyes and leans into your touch, something that makes him that much more human. sometimes, you almost don’t think it’s the same person—the man you’ve watched punch noses in can’t be the one sprawled over your body right now, can’t be the one who whines for five more minutes of cuddles in the mornings as you’re running late for work.

“can’t you just call in sick,” he grunts, plopping his head onto your chest, staring up at you as he props himself up on his chin.

“no,” you roll your eyes, “you ask me this every morning. the answer is still the same.”

“if you loved me you would,” he grumbles, glaring at you as you poke his curled lips with a giggle.

“don’t i love you when i run late every morning for your extra cuddles?”

“hardly.”

“you’re ungrateful,” you flick his forehead, chuckling as he clicks his teeth and swats your hand away, “i risk my job for you every damn morning.”

“you don’t need it,” he insists, “i’ll take care of you, and you stay with me in the mornings. it’s a win-win, see?”

“i don’t think being stuck under you is a win—”

“oh yeah?” he grins, making your heart skip a beat, “but you never seem to complain when you’re under me,” he says cheekily.

and he’s unfair—looking up at you in that handsome way he does, throwing you that lopsided smirk with a strand of hair loosely hanging across his face. you tuck it behind his ear, trailing your thumb along his cheeks and across his nose, tracing over his lips and under the crinkles of his eyes.

for a moment, you think maybe wakasa isn’t the only one who’s needy—you think maybe you need him just as badly as he needs you too.

“waka,” you groan, throwing him a dirty look as he snickers. “i really have to get up—”

“just five more minutes,” he pleads, flopping back onto your chest and snuggling against you, tucking his head under your chin. and when you kiss his forehead, he’s sure he’s won—just like always.

“you said that like twenty minutes ago,” you raise a brow.

“this time for real,” he mumbles.

it’s a lie—you know it as well as he does, but you don’t think it’s a morning without imaushi wakasa clinging to your body until you’re more than a little late.

so with a fond smile and a roll of your eyes, you wrap your arms around him as you kiss the top of his head, pulling the blanket over his body as he sighs in content.

“you’re a liar,” you snort, shaking your head as he smiles victoriously into your shirt.

gray omg u get me sobsob he’s so baby CRIES 🥲

i am going feral

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐒

syp. shin stumbles on the girl he has a crush on fucking his best friend and doesn’t expect an invitation to join them.

s.shinichiro x fem!reader x i. wakasa ┊ loser!shin, 3some, voyeurism, consensual cuckolding, bondage, humiliation, degradation, unprotected sex, oral (m on f), edging, pure filth, og timeline shin & waka ┊ wc. 4,658 ┊ rbs and feedback are appreciated

Shinichiro swore he hated Wakasa Imaushi with every fiber of his being.

It said a lot—how he could readily despise a man when it wasn’t in his nature to even feel this churning, roiling emotion, let alone direct it towards someone. 

But, how could he not when he has to watch that smug bastard all over you like a fuckin’ leech on the sidelines? 

Shinichiro hated him. Hated his stupid drawl, his sleepy eyes. How you flocked to him the moment Wakasa walked into the room and draped yourself over his lap like a silly puppy. As much as he tried to be neutral around the both of you, the dark-haired man could never stop himself from tightening his grip on the whiskey glass when your pouty lips pulled into a smirk and Wakasa leaned in to kiss you deeply. 

Can’t you see the power you have over him?

Your sweet, doe-eyes. The innocence curving your lips. It messed with his mind; with his cock. 

You messed him up.

Big time. 

Shinichiro believed it was just a front.

Your sweetness belied a darker truth about you, one that he couldn’t help overhearing when a cushiony quiet settled over the Black Dragon’s headquarters. 

Soft mewls emanating from Wakasa’s office caught Shin’s attention, and he allowed his curiosity to get the better of him; leading him straight to the forbidden space where the head of the Black Dragon handled his daily affairs.

And the needs of his girlfriend.

“...Waka—” 

Soft squelches filled the space, and Shinichiro doesn’t have to poke his head past the slightly ajar door to know what he would see. 

The globes of your ass were like fleshy moons under your short skirt that can barely pass as one, your cunt stuffed with Waka’s thick rod, beads of thick white arousal dripping down his veiny length. Shin couldn’t help but exhale heavily at the sight of you; your head tossed back, exposing the marks on your neck, and your bare tits jiggled right in front of Waka’s face, his tongue teasing your nipples soft ‘n’ slow to get you all riled up.

Shinichiro gulped, running a hand through his hair. Fuck, you both look hot together.

Honestly, he could understand how Waka got all the girls; the tattoos in memory of Benkei curling on his defined pecs, and his slim waist tapering off to a packing dick that would make any girl happy was enough proof. The fall of his hair was perfect, your fingers nestling in them, the glitter of your acrylics peeking through his bleached locks.

As twisted as it was to watch this, he could not tear his eyes away. 

Wakasa grunted softly, eyes closed and head tilted back. He sank deeper into the leather chair and exhaled, expression swimming in contentment.

“Fuck, baby doll. You’re so good.” 

His praise spurred you on to rock your hips, and you took him deeper with a soft whine. Shin’s traitorous thoughts couldn't help but imagine your pretty teeth clamped on your glossy bottom lip.

“Waka, m’close.” 

The unsuspecting couple did not hear him hold his breath when the other man dipped his hand between your legs, taking his time to play with your clit. Your mewls turned headier, more needy, and your hips pick up the pace, swivelling eagerly over his pulsing cock. 

Shin could easily make out Waka’s balls tightening, his load almost spilling into you when a force pushed against his shoulder, causing him to stumble and fall flat right on his face. 

The room fell silent and Shinichiro scrambled to right himself, murderous intent scrawled in his dark eyes when he realises that he’s been caught. You shrieked, hiding yourself behind Wakasa whose arms come to wrap around you, implicit in his possessiveness. No one gets to see my girl ike this except for me.

A slimy geezer by the name of Takoto sneers. “Found this one lurking by the door, boss. Figured he was too shy to say hi.”

“Get out,” Waka’s tone was cold and brokered no argument. The man turned on his heel, his grin faltering as he hightailed it out of here. Leaving Shin alone to face the music.

You’re quiet as you observe the dark-haired man sputtering to make excuses, and Waka’s grip around your waist grows even more tighter. His jealousy is palpable, especially when Shin had gotten a front row view to your pussy taking his entire cock like a pro. Your boyfriend makes no move to cover your naked breasts or your pussy still wrapped around length, dangerously silent as Shinichiro tries to stare at anywhere else besides your bare body and fails miserably.

You swore you heard the wheels in his sick brain click. Your boyfriend had figured something out that you still weren’t privy to. 

“You want my girl?” Wakasa’s purple eyes alight with interest when Shinichiro starts to squawk in indignation. “It’s a simple yes or no question.”

You felt him shift you to the side and stalked straight towards his best friend, not bothering to tuck himself back into his pants, your slick still shiny on his length. 

In a few whispered words you had no inkling to, Shinichiro exhaled, his face taking on a terrifying shade of red as he makes himself comfortable on the chair by the door. Opposite your naked form. 

Wakasa returned to you and pawed at your waist, lifting you back into his lap. “Baby, do you want to play with Daddy’s best friend?” 

You gnawed on your lower lip, tasting strawberries and uncertainty. “Can I?”

He nodded, smirking slowly. “The ropes are right in my drawer shelf. You know what to do.”

Your heart and pussy skipped a beat, and you glanced at the handsome, oldest Sano brother. It was no secret that Shin was a complete looker. Despite his dismal luck with girls, you were sure that if given the chance (and before Wakasa swooped in to claim you), you would've taken a more active interest in the dark-haired man. 

With one more hesitant look at your boyfriend who encouraged you with a wink and a slap to your ass, you stood up, swaying over to Shinichiro. He audibly gulped when you approached him, unable to keep his eyes from the slight jiggle of your breasts or the trickle of wetness shining down your thighs. You picked up your lace thong on the floor, bunching it in your hands.  

“Hey, handsome,” you smiled gently, easing yourself onto his lap like a cat. Shin was flustered, not knowing what to do with his hands so he settled them lamely by his side. You vined your hands around his neck, rubbing your fingers on his nape to reassure him that you were okay with this twist of events, your thong twisted in your other hand. “Waka doesn’t share very often, so I’m guessing you’re a special one.”

You spread your thighs, giving him a glimpse of your swollen folds. “Would you like to touch it?” 

Shin stared, transfixed, at your twitchy hole, gaping. “U-uh. Sure.”

A sweet giggle chimed in his ear, and you took his larger hand, slotting it right in between your supple thighs. He started to touch you, running two shaky fingers up and down your seam, making sure to rub circles on your clit as you arched your back and exhaled. 

“Shin, have you ever been tied up by a woman?”

His fingers stilled. “What?”

You swayed your hips slightly, rocking over his pronounced bulge. “Tied up by a woman,” you repeated, licking your lips. “Have you ever done that?”

He shook his head. Your grin grew deeper. “Can I tie you up?” 

Shin stuttered as if someone has asked him for his entire (non-existent) sexual history, the tips of his ears reddening. Adorable. You were going to eat him whole. 

“I’m not gonna go crazy shibari on you,” your nails raked down his neck, drawing a shiver from the susceptible man. “I’m just gonna get your hands out of the way so I can treat you real good. What’dya say?” 

His cock twitched against your bare seam. You took that as a yes the same moment he nodded slowly—cautiously. 

Grinning, you stood up and sauntered over to the desk by the door, making sure to close it so no one could interrupt the three of you this time. Wakasa always kept a jute of rope in his office, just in case he had to interrogate a traitor before lunch.

You drew out the smooth coils, twisting it in your hands. Shin stayed absolutely still when you brought his hands behind his back, lashing his wrists firmly and making sure to double knot it like how Wakasa always did on you. Your lips touched his neck, drawing out a choked moan and like a prize to be admired, you drew his half hard cock out from the confines of his jeans, picking your lacy thong back from the ground and tying it into a sloppy, pretty bow around the base of his cock. 

Stepping back, you admired his red cheeks, his puffy lips. Sano Shinchiro was absolutely delectable and you couldn’t wait to devour him. 

The sight of your neon pink thong tightly wound around his cock and balls set something primal off in Shinichiro and he bit back a moan, glassy eyes lifting back up to fix onto you, his dick twitching prettily. 

You felt both men’s eyes on you as you slipped back to Wakasa, giving Shin a cheeky smile. The bound man made a sound of frustration, realisation dawning on what you were about to do when you sat back down onto your boyfriend’s lap, hitching up your skirt slightly to give your willing captive a front row view of Wakasa’s cock stretching out your pussy.

Fucking sly bitch. 

Shin gave a little whine. You were about to coo that you were going to pay him attention after this, when the delicious stretch of Wakasa’s cock blocked out any coherent thought from forming in your brain. Your boyfriend always did have a knack for fucking you stupid. 

Waka’s lips were on your ear, his large, warm hands around your waist, guiding your hips up and down. It was your luck today that you wore those special platform heels he loves on you, the ones which arched your back and thruseted your tits out to Shinichiro’s ravenous eyes as you bounced on your boyfriend’s twitching dick.

“Like what you see?” Waka shot a smirk at his bound friend who could not look away as much as he wanted to. 

The sight of you, the girl he had a crush on, going dumb on his best friend’s cock was a sore yet tantalising view. 

“Fuck you, Waka.”

The Black Dragon leader smiled, a feral touch to his expression. “You wish you could fuck her, though, don’t you?” 

At his taunting, Shin went rigid. 

Wakasa bit back. “Yeah, I’ve seen the way you look at my girl. You’re not that good at pretending, dummy.” 

His hand smoothed over your belly, cupping your swollen clit. Shin’s pulse point nearly jumped out of his skin when Waka started to rub the perky nub, your sudden jerk and dulcet moans like music to both men’s ears. “See the way you look at her like she’s a piece of meat. You always go to the toilet whenever she shows up in a skirt. Like today—” Waka grunted when you swivelled your hips expertly, squeezing on his dick perfectly. “—Fuck. Like today. You beat your meat to the thought of my girl?” 

Shin could not even think to hold a conversation with his best friend right now. In fact, he was about to break out from his flimsy bonds and pick you up from Wakasa’s lap and treat you fuckin’ right when your head pitched back, knocking against the other man’s broad chest. He swallowed audibly when your lower body stuttered, your clit twitching and he didn’t need to be an expert to know you’re experiencing a mini orgasm.

Waka smirked, continuing to rub on your clit as Shin grappled for a comeback. “Thought so.”

His tortuous circles roused you back to the edge and you mewled, delicate fingers wrapping around Waka’s tattoed wrist as his cock slowly undulated in you, rubbing your sweet spot with finesse. 

Shin’s mouth fell open, his onyx eyes trailing on your jerky movements as you cried out, the pleasure of being fucked and being watched at the same time riling you towards a massive release.

You shuddered, thighs shaking and you almost lost your footing in those ridiculously high heels if it weren’t for Wakasa steadying you with his free hand around your waist. The sight of you cumming was magnificent; it would be etched in his brain for the rest of his life.

The planes of your delicate and pretty face contorted as if in pain, nails digging into Wakasa’s arms, your perfect lips parting to release streams of moans and whines. 

“Can I cum?” your breathy, high pitch keen caused both their cocks to twitch. “Can I please cum?” 

Wakasa was breathing heavily as well, spellbounded by your request. “Yes. Cum, my baby.”

He brutally thrusted up into you the same moment your walls melted around him. Hot strings of your boyfriend’s cum shot straight into your womb and you cried out in ecstasy, head tossed back and entire body feeling as if you were being dragged under an endless tidal wave of pleasure. 

In the background, you heard Shin’s soft moans, and when the world stopped turning, Wakasa gently pinched your thigh, implicitly telling you what to do next. 

You stood up on trembling legs, slowly making your way to Shinichiro. This time, there was no iota of hesitation when you sank back down onto his lap, your eyes shining and lips parted. Shin leaned forward, eager to taste your lips and you let him, kissing him soundly. 

The same pussy that was just destroyed by Wakasa was now leaking all over his thigh, and he dizzily pried his eyes open to find you slowly rutting your sticky folds over the defined curvature of his leg.

“Fuck,” Shin swore in a low tone. “So pretty like this.” You grabbed fistfuls of his hair, mewling softly and grinding your aching clit harder onto his thigh. 

“Such a slut, huh?” Wakasa’s voice rang through the stuffy office that was starting to smell like sweat and sex. “Tell him what you go absolutely crazy for, Princess. And put his dick in you while you’re at it.”

You obediently did as your boyfriend said, and Shinichiro was coming to find out that despite your playful nature in public, it was Wakasa who held all the strings behind the scenes. You were docile and pliant, thumbing his weeping head and fingering the lace still tied around his completely stiff dick. 

“I like you, Shin,” you said quietly, slowly jerking him off. Shinichiro’s entire body tensed from your touch, his abdomen muscles flexing. “I’ve always thought you were a looker.”

Tossing your head back to catch Wakasa’s eye, it was borderline filthy how you lifted your hips slightly and sank onto his cock while your boyfriend’s cum was sliding down your folds, fucked back into you by his best friend’s throbbing length.

Shinichiro gritted his teeth, unable to wrap his thoughts around the fact that he was fucking Wakasa’s sexy, tight ass girlfriend while his jizz was still piping hot in her walls. He stole a glance at the smug motherfucker watching the entire scene unfold with barely a ruffle in his sleepy countenance. 

Fucking psychopath. But, if he was a messed up piece of shit for getting his girlfriend to do this, why didn’t Shin stop him? Why did his entire cock throb at the slippery sensation of another man’s cum dripping onto his balls—staining her expensive thong with streaks of white? And why was he close to busting a nut when you circled your hips, pulling his face right in between your tits?

Not when the world’s smartest man could have an answer in this instance—not when you started to babble your deepest desires that had him close to fainting from the blood rushing swiftly down south. 

“W-Wakasa makes me fuck myself on a plastic cock while he uses my throat,” your nose touched his pulse point, your voice breathless and breaking off from the intense pleasure. “A-and sometimes I imagine it’s your cock, Shin.”

Shinichiro choked back a moan. What the fuck?

“I touch myself to you sometimes,” you admitted, lifting your hips up slightly to play with your clit while you fucked yourself on his dick—multitasking like a champ. “I-ah-think about you fucking my throat while Waka blows my back. D’you wanna do that sometime?”

Hold the fuck up. Shinichiro felt like his dick had caught on fire with how heavy and swollen his balls were slapping the bare flesh of your ass. The little skirt you wore was bunched around your hips, your swollen nipples pebbling against his defined chest. 

You eagerly lapped at his neck, sucking the skin there and trailing your lips to his ear, hot breath touching the sensitive ridges of his lobe. 

“Fuck,” he bit out, hips canting upwards to fuck himself deeper into you. More of Wakasa’s cum oozed out in thick dollaps, smearing the leather seat underneath white and sticky together with both your combined excretions.

Shinichiro sucked on your tight nipples the same moment you reached in between your bodies to play with his balls.

“Get that stupid thong off me, baby,” he growled, nipping your throat; a caged tiger waiting to strike. “It’s cutting off my cock’s circulation.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “But I like it when you’re so prettily tied up, baby.”

Shin nearly growled, his cock twitching angrily in you. Taking advantage of this situation, you leaned forward, tongue slotting into his mouth as your hips eagerly met his. 

There was nothing in his mind but static buzz and the need to fuck his cum inside of you. But, the knot was too tight, and it almost hurt to even feel friction, his whines and flinches lost in your unfurling pleasure. “I-oh, Shin—“

Your mouth fell open, eyes screwed shut and you came over his cock. Shinichiro started to pant, pressing open mouth kisses on your neck, his cock throbbing pathetically in its binds. 

“Baby, please,” he shifted in the seat, bound hands twisting lamely, craving to touch the globes of your ass, your tits, and squeeze heartily. “Need you,” Shin babbled, unable to stop himself. “Need you, baby. So much.”

He whined when you lifted yourself up from his cock and slid to your knees, gazing coquettishly at him through your lashes. “Want me to put you in my mouth, Shin? Do you want me to suck you off?”

“Yes,” he emphasised, groaning loudly when you swiped your thumb through the mess pooling around his slit. “God—yes. Touch me, baby.”

You didn’t tease him for a second longer. Shinichiro’s dark eyes drank in how you quickly untied your thong from the base of his cock and dipped your head lower, tongue flitting out to taste him. His head thumped back against the wall when the hot cavern of your mouth sank around him, forming a seal of warmth and wetness that had his head swimming.

Behind you, astride his chair like a languid God, Wakasa fisted his cock, sleepy eyes trailed on his girl on her knees, sloppily guzzling down on another man’s length. His cum and your juices pooled under your flimsy little skirt, and Wakasa watched as you gathered the strings of slick from between your legs with two fingers and smeared it over Shin’s tip, cleaning up afterwards with your tongue.

Filthy, hot bitch. 

Wakasa moaned at the sight, a thrill of jealousy flaring in his veins. 

Shin looked like he was on cloud nine, his dark eyes hazy with pleasure, hips rocking to the pace of your mouth bobbing up and down his length. The lewd sight of your naked tits and rock hard nipples was imprinted in both their minds, your tiny fingers gliding through your soaked slit, fingering yourself while you pleasured Shinichiro.

His stomach flexed, jaw tightening. Shin was right at the edge. 

Bursts of white exploded behind his closed eyelids, mimicking hot spurts of cum shooting down your throat. You eagerly swallowed him up, not wasting a single drop. Shin’s moans were low and edged with relief, his cock throbbing and twitching as you suckled on him docilely to swallow as much of his seed as you could.

Once you were satisfied that his balls were sufficiently drained, you sat back on your heels, hands on your lap, a small smile in place. The sound of Wakasa’s footsteps behind you and his hand on your head filled you with a deep sense of pride, second only to Shin’s dazed expression flickering back to life at your boyfriend’s quiet snort.

“She’s good, isn’t she?”

Shin was completely boneless, and if it weren’t for the ropes around his wrists, he was sure to have melted off the chair in a puddle of overstimulation.

Wakasa continued petting your head, caressing your locks. “I was thinking, do you wanna share her?”

You couldn’t believe it; your heart tripled in speed, hands starting to clam up in anticipation. Never in your wildest dreams did you expect Wakasa to share you with a man you had harbored a small crush on since the first time you saw him.

Completely delirious and riding high on endorphins, Shin grinned, his head tilting backwards. You wanted nothing more than to kiss the smirk off his lips. “Like a poly thing? You willing to let me taste your girl?”

“If she wants to, yeah.” 

Not for the first time this evening, Shin was so sure he had walked into a fever dream. He glanced at you, down on your knees, eyes lowered and fists bunched on your lap, then turned his gaze to Wakasa who stood over you, one palm resting on your head, the other curled languidly by his side. 

The dynamics flashed in his lust-addled brain a second too late. “Holy shit. Don’t tell me you and Y/N are into some kinky Fifty Shades of Gray shit.”

Wakasa only laughed, his handsome face contorted into one of genial and ease, even when his friend’s dick was softening right in front of where he stood. 

“Not exactly. Y/N is my sub, but she’s also my girlfriend. It’s different.”

Kinky bastard. Shin groaned. “And you want me to join in with you both?”

In answer, Wakasa left your side to untie Shin. The taller man stood up, shaking out his limbs and grimaced when he tucked himself back into his pants. 

“Pet, do you wanna show Shin how much you want this as much as I do?“

Your pulse quickened again, and you nodded, getting back to your feet and sitting down on the edge of Wakasa’s desk. Shyly, you parted your knees wide enough for your skirt to hitch up over your hips, exposing your flushed and soaked folds. 

“Please,” your soft voice sounded far too loud in the tense office. “Use me.”

Shinichiro felt like someone had electrocuted his spine. He was dumb with disbelief, staring in muted surprise at how you were spreading yourself out like a slut in heat to a man who wasn’t your boyfriend.

Wakasa did not comment on your lewdness. Instead, he waited for Shin to make his decision. The oldest Sano brother did not disappoint. 

As if he were in a trance, Shinichiro walked over to you and sank down to his knees right in front of your weeping cunt. He breathed in the heady, musky scent from between your legs and hungrily lapped at your folds. His dick twitched, resurrecting for a second round, and he moaned into your flavor, utterly whipped for you. 

For your record, you weren’t any better. The idea that your beloved boyfriend was willing to make this work with a man he had a thing for since his teenage days together with you was enough to get you reeling with incredulity.

You fisted your hands in Shin’s dark and thick hair, feeling his tongue swirl around your clit and suck it into his warm, talented mouth. Shin was as much of a giver as you suspected, and he generously ate Wakasa’s cum out of you, cleaning you up while stimulating you with his talented tongue.

Your entire body seized, about to tip over the edge when you feel another presence beside you. Wakasa leaned forward, breath hot on your flesh when he ghosted his lips over your neck, drawing goosebumps down your spine. 

He latched onto your nipples with the same zeal Shinichiro was showing your clit. 

If they both kept this up, your impending orgasm would cause you to shatter more so than it would break you apart. Your moans were loud in the tiny office, the entire place reeking of sex as Shinichiro ate you out like a starved man and Wakasa palmed his cock while twisting your nipples.

You hiccuped back a sob, wet eyes meeting Wakasa’s half-mast ones. “Baby, please. Can I please cum?”

He clicked his tongue, expression mock disapproving. “Didn’t you just came this now, baby?”

“Wanna do it again,” you whined. "Wanna feel Shin’s tongue in me."

Greedy girl, he murmured and you keened when he started to use your mouth the same time Shin slipped two fingers inside your fluttering hole. The sights, sounds, and smells were straight from a pervert’s wet dream, your head spinning from the pleasure these two men were eliciting in you.

Where Wakasa was all fire and apathetic flame, Shinichiro was, in contrast, the gentle breeze that egged the fire on, goading him to burn you to ashes from the force of his given pleasure. 

“Shin,” you gurgled around your boyfriend’s cock. “Mhmm Waka, m’cum…”

Your boyfriend and the leader of the Black Dragons smirked cruelly. “Are you sure you deserve it?”

So cute, he thought when he saw you bobbing your head enthusiastically. “Mhm hmm!”

Wakasa flickered his sleepy eyes to a pussydrunk Shin. “Do you think we should let her cum?”

The other man gave a noncommittal hum. “Sure, I guess.”

Okay, you heard Wakasa murmur over the wet squelches of your pussy and his cock destroying your throat. “Cum, slut. Cum for us.”

Your body turned rigid, and a scream lodged itself in the back of your throat. The orgasm you held back shattered into you with the force of a bullet train and you nearly threw Shin off you, screaming out your sensitivity for the entire block to hear. 

Shin continued to eat you out through it all, and Wakasa painted your throat and face white with his seed. 

The room continued spinning, long after Shinichiro stained you with his seed in a few quick strokes and you felt his arms around you. Wakasa was curled up to your side, smoking quietly, no one wanting to break this genteel silence. 

“I’m serious,” it was Wakasa who murmured, stubbing out his cigarette and giving Shin a look. “My girl and I both like you. Are you down?”

While Shinichiro was known to approve of Wakasa’s misdemeanor, he was sorely unsure if this was one opportunity he wanted to decline. Taking one good look at your sleepy face and Waka’s pretty, probing purple eyes, he internally sighed and nodded. 

He felt you smile against his chest and Wakasa’s lips split into a grin. It was too late to take it back now, not when he felt your smaller hand stroke his cock through the fabric of jeans while Wakasa leaned forward to press feathery light kisses to his jaw. 

Just what exactly did he get himself entangled in?

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Tapes

Wakasa Imaushi x gn!reader (1.1k words)

Angst

Just an fyi, English isn’t my mother language

Years after (Y/N)’s and Shinichiro’s deaths, grandpa Sano finds tapes filmed by his passed grandson.

The three men sat on a couch, looking straight at the black screen of the TV. They have been in that exact position for about ten minutes now. Not one of them daring to move, not wanting to disturb the silence.

Akashi Takeomi's house was big and had a lot of space. It felt too empty for Wakasa's liking. He enjoyed plants, shelves full of books, pictures hanging on the walls and other stuff laying around the house. He actually preferred smaller houses. It felt more like.. home. This felt more like an expensive hotel that you would usually stay in for a week or less while traveling.

It felt especially empty now since Takeomi only lived here with his younger sister. She was out shopping and the guys decided that now was a perfect time to open the box that was given to them about a month ago. The box itself was a bit torn in a few places. It also had a lot of dust on it. They knew that grandpa Sano didn't open it. He didn't feel the need to. He himself had said: "It's written on the box. 'Memories with friends'. It's for you to see and remember, not me."

None of them were mentally ready for what they'll see, but they knew they wanted to hear the voices of their passed friends once more. And if that meant to look through old tapes, that haven't been touched in years, then so be it. Benkei took a random tape and put it in the old VHS player that Takeomi found in his basement. Music started playing and a few seconds after that, static reached their ears. But quickly after that a video started playing.

"Shin what are you doing?" A quiet voice was heard.

"I decided to start filming memories. We can look back at these tapes like fifty years later when we have amnesia or something." Shinichiro giggles and as he turns the camera towards himself, his messy, black hair taking up half of the screen. He then puts the camera down and turns it towards two other people.

(L/N) (Y/N) was laying down on Shinichiro's bed and looking at the screen of their phone, a small smile and blush adorning their face. Benkei was sitting on the ground near the bed. He tilted his head as he looked at Shinichiro. But as soon as (Y/N) looked towards the camera and opened their mouth, the video ended.

They sit in silence and Takeomi lets out a quiet chuckle, taking a drag out of a cigarette laying between his fingers. "Of course he accidentally cut the video short. That dumbass."

Benkei takes a different tape.

Sunset and blonde hair were the first noticeable parts of the new video. And then the person's purple eyes. It was Wakasa. He was standing on a bridge, leaning on the rails. Wind was ruffling his hair. Next to him stood (Y/N). They were shaking their head at something Wakasa said and punched his shoulder. Takeomi and Benkei were in a deep conversation as well, standing further away from the other two.

Shinichiro's breathing could be heard from behind the camera. He then zoomed into Wakasa and (Y/N) and started making annoying kissing sounds. After a few seconds he started laughing at himself and put the camera on the ground. Shinichiro mumbles something, but it was incoherent. He then starts running towards his friends, wind messing up his hair, that was now free from all the gel he used. Shinichiro looks towards the camera lens, making a few dumb poses. His friends already used to him acting like that, don’t even pay mind to his dancing figure. He then suddenly runs towards the camera and it falls over, pointing to the sky. Shinichiro let’s out a loud “fuck!”

The video ends.

The three men start to feel the tension in the room. Wakasa felt shivers run down his spine as he thinks about that specific day. It was the day he was supposed to confess his feelings towards (Y/N), but got too scared to do so.

He regretted not confessing ever since.

Benkei takes one more tape, whispering about how this will be the last one for now. None of them knew if that box would be ever touched again. Maybe after a couple of more years. When the pain won't be as bad. And the wounds in their hearts were healed more than they were now.

The third video was of all of them in a carnival. They all still clearly remember that day. They felt so free. The stress caused by the gang they were leading, was clouding their minds that year. (Y/N) heard about the upcoming carnival and suggested it. After some thinking the four guys agreed.

The different coloured lights were illuminating their faces. Wakasa was looking at (Y/N), while they were talking about something. They were extremely into the conversation, their arms flailing around. Wakasa was just nodding as if to show that we was listening to every detail that came out of their mouth. Takeomi and Benkei were looking at Shinichiro with weird expressions on their faces. Benkei quickly snatched the camera and pointed it at a smirking Shinichiro.

"What has gotten into you?" Takeomi asks and Shin just shakes his head slightly.

"You'll understand later." He snatches the camera from Benkei's hands and puts it close to his face. He then whispers as quietly as possible, so that the guys wouldn’t hear anything. And they didn't, since the music from the carnival blocked out everything Shinichiro had whispered.

"(Y/N) will finally confess to Wakasa today." He then points the camera at the two people walking in front. They were walking very close to each other. Wakasa had a huge smile on his face, while (Y/N) was giggling like an idiot.

But that night they never confessed. Wakasa had to leave early, because of family troubles. And (Y/N) never found an opportunity like that again. 

Three months after the carnival (Y/N) got killed by a rival gang member.

Four months after the carnival, Wakasa was kneeling in front of (Y/N)’s grave, confessing his undying love for them.

Five months after the carnival Shinichiro left the gang, realising it just wasn’t the same without them.

A few years after the carnival, Shinichiro was killed in his bike shop by two of his younger brother’s friends.

Wakasa turns off the TV and sits straight. His body was tense. The three men were once again staring at a black screen, not daring to move an inch.

Hey!! How r u?? Can ya do hcs for wakasa or ran w a bilingual s/o? And don't forget to eat and stay hydrated 😁😁

Wakasa Imaushi and Haitani Ran with a bilingual/multilingual!reader

Hi! I’m good! Hope you’re doing well too! Thank you for requesting<33 this was so much fun to write since I’m multilingual

Crack? Idk this mentions fights, but not serious ones

Also GN!Reader

Haitani Ran

•Ran liked finding out new things about you. He always looked into your hobbies and listened to you ramble on the things you enjoy or dislike.

•He remembered them all and would buy stuff to support you and your hobbies. Let’s say if you enjoy art, he would buy supplies he knew you needed from one of your rambles.

•He was a great and supportive boyfriend. But his cocky personality led to most of your disagreements. And of course it’s normal, every couple fights from time to time.

•Now what he didn’t expect is for you to start cursing him out in another language. He didn’t understand a word you said and stood there baffled, his hand on his chest and stuff. He was so dramatic.

“Excuse me?” Ran raises his eyebrow and parts his lips a bit. “What did you just say?”

“I said that you’re a fucking idiot.” Your frown deepens. “Did you not listen to me or something? Here I was talking about how I feel and you missed out on half of the conversation! I can’t believe you, Ran.” Your arms were flailing around out of anger.

“Babe, I was listening to you. You know I always listen to what you have to say. You just.. Started talking in another language?” He clears his throat.

“Oh..Sorry.” you sigh and then repeat everything you said again, so he’d understand every good and bad thing you said about him and this fight that was happening between you two.

Ran was very impressed, but he’d have to wait for another time to ask you questions about what other languages can you speak in. And of course, he’d learn as many curse words as he could so he could curse out his brother, or gang members without them realising it, whenever they got on his nerves.

Wakasa Imaushi

•He would surely be interested in the language/languages you know and talk in. He would look uninterested, since his face just looks like that, but Wakasa would enjoy learning new things about you.

•He’d probably know about the fact that you’re bilingual from the Black Dragon days. Not because you told him or anything. No. Shinichiro did something dumb and that was the last straw for you. You got so mad you switched languages unintentionally.

•He found it funny at first, but then later on asked you many questions about it. After you calmed down of course. He didn’t wanna be in the same situation Shinichiro was in.

“Shinichiro you..(many curse words in whatever language you want it to be).” You were walking around the room, stressed out and angry. But nothing could compare to how scared Shinichiro looked. He was standing there in shame, but also trembling a bit.

“Are you.. putting a spell on me or something?” That earned him a slap on the head from Wakasa, laughs from Benkei and Takeomi, and more angry yells from you.

“Did you just call me a witch?!” You pointed a finger at him. Then you let out an angry sigh. “Y’know what. I’m done.”

After that you walked out of the building, still talking to yourself in another language, while Wakasa was tailing right behind you.

Boys Will Be Bugs

1.5k words

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

Pt 2 BEE BOY

Pt 3 (last part) MY FAVOURITE BUG

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

BEE BOY

Part two of BOYS WILL BE BUGS

LAST PART MY FAVOURITE BUG

Sano Shinichiro x gn!reader and platonic!Wakasa, Akasahi, Benkei x reader

Prom is coming up and Shinichiro still hasn’t got a date. Thought you don’t have a date either. A coincidence? Maybe, though I think it’s fate.

Fluff flufffff, Shinichiro being awkward

Around 1k words

You let out a sigh and walk into the art club classroom. You had to fetch yourself a coffee, because you almost fell asleep while painting and were so close to ruining the painting you’ve been working on for weeks. Four voices catch your attention and a huge smile adorns your face, as you realise your favourite people finally came. One look to the left and you see that they’re already as comfortable as ever, the table filled with snacks. They smile and wave at you, telling you to sit down with them for awhile, before going back to the painting that now stood forgotten on the other side of the classroom. You sit down next to Shinichiro, Benkei sitting to your right, and take a sip of your coffee.

“What’s up, Sano?” You tilt your head slightly. “You look kinda.. off? What’s on your mind?”

“The guy still hasn’t got a date for prom.” Wakasa laughs.

“Oh? Is prom happening soon?” You furrow your brows and try to think hard if you’ve heard anything about prom. Not that you could remember, though you don’t really listen to stuff like that, not having much time to stress over what you should wear and who you should go with.

“You..You don’t know that prom is happening next week?!” Shinichiro’s eyes widen and his mouth hangs open.

“Close your mouth, Sano. Or else bugs will fly into it.” You smirk. “No. I don’t remember hearing anything about prom. Probably because I always sit in this damned classroom.” A sigh leaves your lips. “Not that I’m complaining. It’s kinda cozy here.” The guys nod, agreeing with it. They couldn’t disagree with you, they’ve been coming here for five months now.

“And nobody asked you out? Y’know, as their prom date?” Akashi raises his brow, confused.

“Uh, no? I’m not really.. good looking? And anyone’s type? I also just always sit in silence and don’t really talk to anyone else, besides you guys and the other members of the art and sewing clubs. Which consists of only girls who are way younger than me. I would be surprised if the others even knew that I exist.” You chuckle.

“Don’t you wanna go to prom?” Wakasa takes a bag of chips from the table and opens it. “Most people dream of it since they were children. And also stop lying to yourself. We all know you’re good looking.” He rolls his eyes.

“Why didn’t you go to the prom that your school held, huh, Wakasa?” You grab a candy bar that Benkei brought you. “You’re not the only one who doesn’t care about prom. And as I just said no one has asked me to go with them. So I’ll just stay at home, laying in my comfortable bed.” You let out a dreamy sigh. “Gahh, I wish I was in my bed right now..” The guys just roll their eyes at you and look at a pouty Shinichiro, who looks on the verge of tears.

“I’ve asked five girls! Five! And they all rejected me.” He hits the table, which causes Akashi to scold him.

“Do you really wanna go that bad?” You look at him shocked. You knew Shinichiro has been dreaming of having a love life for the longest time now. Thought he never really looked like that much of a romantic. And prom? For some reason you thought he would rather spend his time driving around with his bike and causing ruckus with the other guys.

“Yes!” He whines and slumps on the chair he was sitting on. He grabs the bag of chips from Wakasa’s hands and pours the remaining chips into his mouth. Wakasa hits him in the back of the head, causing Shinichiro to slightly choke. He pretends to actually seriously choke and starts shaking in his chair, which makes you giggle at his dumb antics. He sees you laughing and smiles, stars shining in his eyes. He couldn’t believe how beautiful you looked. He kept telling the guys how you look like a god/goddess of beauty. And how he wished he had your talent, so he could paint you. Thought that also wouldn’t fully show how gorgeous you are. In his eyes, no words, paintings or anything could actually show the beauty you hold. He wishes he was a poet so he could write a whole book of poems just about you. The other three guys just stared at him and shook their heads. Shinichiro was so dumb. He asked other people to go to prom with him, but not you.

“Well if you want to go that bad.. and you if you don’t get a date by then.. I could go with you?” You raise an eyebrow and throw a smile his way. “I’d keep you company.”

“Y..You would?” He gasps. “No!”

“No?” You repeat, confused. “You don’t wanna go with me?” You were slightly disappointed.

“That’s not what I mean!” He groans and hides his face in his hands. “I was supposed to y’know.. do a promposal or whatever they’re called! I do wanna go with you, but I didn’t even ask you properly.”

“You didn’t even ask me, dumbass.” You facepalm. “I just did.” You stood up from the chair and stretched a bit. “So are we going together, or no?”

“Yeah!!” He excitedly answers and them clears his throat, and makes his voice deeper. “I mean yeah, sure.” You let out a laugh and put on your earphones, walking towards the unfinished painting.

“I’ll be waiting for the prom then, bee boy.”

dandelions by ruth b with wakasa please!

MAKE A WISH

STOOOP THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA I LOVE ITTT. WAKASA IS MY FAV FROM TR SO THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY

Wakasa Imaushi x gn!reader

SLIGHT ANGST AT THE END, but FLUFFFFFF omg so much fluff

Around 1k words

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime

The first time Wakasa saw you was when he was walking around the empty streets with three of his new friends. He rolls his eyes as Shinichiro keeps complaining about another unsuccessful confession and smirks. “Loser.” He coughs and Shinichiro throws him a side eye.

“Shut up. You’re blessed enough to be lucky with the ladies.” The black haired teenager huffs.

“And not only ladies.” Benkei adds and that makes Shinichiro groan and Takeomi laugh.

“Yeah, but he declines every confession he gets.” Takeomi smirks as Shinichiro mumbles a quiet ‘can’t relate’.

“I’m not interested in relationships. Haven’t met the right one I guess.”

And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

Their conversation was cut short as someone accidentally bumped into the unsuspecting blonde and made both of them tumble and fall down on the cold sidewalk.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry!” A person with (y/h/c) hair suddenly lift their head and stood up, extending their hand towards Wakasa. And at that moment he realised why Shinichiro chases after every single crush of his. Just by looking into your eyes, he understands that he’d chase after you until the end of time if you wanted him to do so. Shinichiro recognises that look in his friend’s eyes and smirks.

Cause I'm in a field of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

Wakasa groans and throws his head back. How clueless can one person be? He’s tried everything to make sure you know he likes you. Gifted you flowers, asked you on dates, complimented you every single day and you still acted as if you two were just friends. Maybe that’s how you saw him? Just a friend? And as he rubs his temples, his three friends look at him as if he’s an animal in the zoo.

“I think Waka is broken.” Benkei let’s out a laugh and rubs his neck.

“Another unsuccessful confession?” Shinichiro shakes his head, amused.

“Shut up.” Wakasa squints at him.

“Aww, poor you.” Shinichiro sticks his tongue out and the shorter blonde punches his shoulder.

And I see forever in your eyes

I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

Wakasa looks at you, as the both of you slow dance in the middle of a field full of flowers. The most noticeable ones were the dandelions, since whenever he’d twirl you around they’d be flying around you. And he wished he’d taken a camera with him so he could look back to this moment whenever he wanted.

“You look like a princess/prince.” His smile widens when he sees you blush at his words. Oh how he wishes that he could call you his. He’d never felt this way before. Whenever he sees you, he feels this pure joy and it makes his heart jump. Is this adoration..? No, it couldn’t be. It’s so much more. So is this love?

Wishing on dandelions all of the time

Praying to God that one day you'll be mine

Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time

When the dance comes to an end, you suddenly squat down and pick two dandelions. You extend one towards Wakasa and he raises an eyebrow while taking it from you.

“What is this for?” He hums. He wanted to throw that dandelion away and keep dancing with you, but the way your eyes were shining as you looked at him.. It all felt magical. He would be the dumbest person alive if he ruined this moment. So he inspected the dandelion closer and squinted his eyes a bit in confusion. “What do you want me to do with this?”

“You don’t know?” You tilt your head to the side a bit and it takes everything in his will power to not grab your face and kiss you. You looked so perfect. You always did.

“No. What should I know?” You explain about how some people say that when you close your eyes, make a wish and blow on them, the wish will come true. If someone else had told him that, Wakasa would scrunch his nose and maybe even punch them for saying something so insanely stupid. But because you were the one to say it to him, he believed it with every fibre in his body. So he closed his eyes and wished for your love.

I think that you are the one for me

'Cause it gets so hard to breathe

When you're looking at me

I've never felt so alive and free

When you're looking at me

I've never felt so happy

Wakasa extends his arms and engulfs you in a tight hug, twirling you around in the air. That makes you giggle and him smile. His heart was beating extremely fast and he couldn’t stop the tears from leaving his eyes. The cheers from people around you two, snaps him out of his small day dream about your future together. He puts you down and looks at his two friends coming up to the both of you.

“Congratulations to the newlyweds!” Benkei pats Wakasa’s shoulder. “Man, I remember when you bumped into him. It looked like he malfunctioned.”

“Shinichiro would be extremely happy for the both of you.” Takeomi smiles. “Probably a little jealous, but happy nonetheless.”

Wakasa feels his heart tighten a bit from the mentioned of his passed friend, but keeps smiling. He couldn’t see it, but Shinichiro was standing right next to him, looking at the both of you with the biggest smile on his face. “Fucking finally.”

Without you

Kanto Manji members (Mikey, Kokonoi, Wakasa, Benkei, Kakucho, Shion, Mocchi) x gn!reader

pt. 1 with Haitani brothers, Sanzu, Hanma

They ruin your relationship and then regret it, but it’s too late.

Mentions of drugs, blood, toxic relationships. A tiny bit suggestive in Shion’s part

♫ Now playing: 21 Savage - ball w/o you

~I thought it was a love, until I woke up

And had an epiphany~

Kokonoi Hajime

You runnin' 'round drinkin' liquor

Takin' pictures 'cause you miss me

(I know you miss me)

Kokonoi finished his fifth glass of liquor and took a look at his surroundings. His head was feeling fuzzy and he was starting to feel a little sick. He was never really a fan of alcohol, since it was a distraction from his main goal in life - money. He had to be sober and levelheaded to get as much as possible. But this time it was different. He ruined the best thing in his life and now he was drowning in his thoughts, hoping to come up with a solution to fix his problem.

Just last week he raised his voice at you, but that wasn’t the worst part. All of the anger and stress that built up from Kanto Manji problems made him blind and he let out all of his dark emotions on you. And you just stood there and listened. It wasn’t the first time and you knew it wouldn’t be the last. So without a word you went into his room and took all of your belongings, putting them in a bag.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Kokonoi punched the bedroom wall. His heart was beating extremely fast and he didn’t know what to do.

“What I should’ve done a long time ago.”

And now all he could do was take a picture of a random person and hope that you at least get jealous and decide to text or call him.

Sano Manjiro

It don't take much to love

You can love somebody just by being attached

/ I just wish your love wouldn't fade away

Mikey was lost in his own head. He didn’t feel any emotions anymore, numb to everything and everyone. In the moment he felt like it was the best choice for the both of you. You were just a distraction in his eyes and his main goal was to make sure that Kanto Manji would be on top always. So he packed your bags for you and left them in the bedroom. When you came back and saw everything you just shook your head and left with everything that you had. You knew this relationship wouldn’t work for too long. Mikey wasn’t Mikey anymore and you fell out of love a while ago.

Now Mikey sat in the meeting room and stared at the wall in front of him. Once again lost in his own thoughts. But this time they were all about you. He missed you. He needed you by his side. But as much as his hands itched to grab the phone and call you, he still knew that this was for the best. At the end of the day he only caused you pain and put you in danger.

Wakasa Imaushi

You crossed me once, it's fuck you forever

Wakasa’s head was in his hands. There were bottles of alcohol laying around his living room and Benkei was sitting near him, letting out a displeased sigh. Ever since the day he decided to betray Senju and join Kanto Manji Gang, you hadn’t spoken to him. Benkei couldn’t blame you and neither could Wakasa. The both of them knew how much Senju meant to you. She was like your kid. You were the first one to get your Brahman uniform, because Senju cherished you so much. Wakasa tried to get another can of beer, but Benkei stopped him.

“This isn’t going to help you, y’know?”

Wakasa thinks about the day you left. How heartbroken you looked even though you tried to hide your pain. But the glow and pain in your eyes showed different. You called him a lot of different names, pointing a finger at him and calling him a disgusting monster, telling him how he fucked up by losing your trust. And he knew it was true. Earning your trust was a difficult task. And he couldn’t believe that he actually managed to break the bond that the two of you had. You were and still are his world. And to you he’s just a memory.

Arashi Keizo

You could find love, get married, have kids

I'd still be realest to hit it

Benkei was a family guy. He dreamt of having a big family, wether it was by adopting or having his own kids. And he always dreamt about that future with you by his side. But that changed after he joined Kanto. The gang was way different that all of the gangs he has been in before. Except his own. The old Benkei was coming back and he knew it himself. You knew it. Everyone knew it. The blood on his hands and face was a clear sigh of it. And that caused a lot of problems in your relationship. He became cold and distant, making Kanto his priority. After the sixth fight between the two of you in the same week, you packed your bags and left him. The both of you were tired and being together only made it worse. You said that this would only be a break. That you needed to be alone for a while. But Benkei knew the truth. You weren’t coming back.

Shion Madarame

I was gettin' some head earlier

And you crossed my mind

Shion was enjoying himself after the breakup. He went to clubs with the Haitani brothers and Hanma, he did random drugs people gave him, he had one night stands. It was fun at first, doing everything he thought about doing while in a relationship with you. He was free, no one was stopping him from anything. He didn’t have to message you or call you, he didn’t need to see your angry face when he came back late, or missed a date. But after a while it got lonely. He had everything he ever wanted, but there was no you in sight. He missed the feeling of your arms around him, he missed how worried you always were when he came back home bruised and bloodied.

And while there was a person laying next to him after another one night stand it all seemed so dark and quiet. He turned his head to the side and took in the features of their face. They were similar to you. Not exactly the same, because no one could ever be you. But right now it was enough. And then something clicked in his brain. He’ll never have you again.

Kakucho

When it came to havin' your back, I'm so real

I prolly would've gave you my spine

You were Kakucho’s world. You were there when Izana was alive, you were there after his death when he was in the hospital. You were with him when he was beat up by South and had to join his gang and you were there when he joined Kanto. No matter how many stupid and dangerous mistakes he made, you were always there. You extended a helping hand towards him with the biggest smile on your face. But he was so lost in the gang life, he didn’t see how he never really did the same to you. He always left you hanging. And now he couldn’t turn back time and change the things he did. How cold he treated you. A few tears run down his face and he hopes you can forgive him. He knows you won’t take him back, but he still wants you to know that he only wishes the best for you.

Mochizuki Kanji

I'm as solid as they come, but you crossed the line

Yeah, you best start keepin' it real, I can see the signs

Mocchi was always known as a scary guy. His build and height increased the fear for other’s. But he never scared you. No matter how many people he beat up with ease, how he could easily break you without even trying. You never feared him. You held respect towards him, knowing his life wasn’t easy. And with that knowledge he used you. He used your love, since he knew you would do anything for him. But what he didn’t know was how you knew all of that. He used your kindness and then was left without it. And now he had to see you give your heart to someone else.