#imaushi wakasa fluff

[saetoru]

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 🥲

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[kallikrein]

[ 21:23 ] — this is a fem!reader timestamp.

The first time Wakasa had seen you on all fours, it was a matter-of-fact undreamed of.

Your hair was loose and unruly, far from the modest look you were aiming for. Leaves and soil covered your skin, and your knees were hurting and nearly bruising. Your eyes were close to tears yet you refused to let a single one fall on your cheeks.

“No,” you sniffled, hands reaching forward and desperately grasping at anything around you. “Please, please…”

You felt dirty. Improper. You lost all the decorum you humbly claimed you had. Even what’s left of your dignity was nowhere to be found.

Snap.

You slowly turned around, and if your eyes weren’t bleary with tears, you’d probably recognize the newcomer’s face.

“Hello..?” You said, timid.

Silence.

You got up from your position, slowly. Careful you might offend them from suddenly moving. Nope, still silent. You gulped.

Time passed by between you two, and you suddenly felt as if you’re a novel microorganism under a microscope. Their gaze felt heavy on your skin, as if they’re scrutinizing you. And that fueled the humiliation to jumpstart and roar loudly in your veins.

You moved to run — to escape to where you thought the exit from this school clearing was, but alas, you ended up tripping on your numbing left foot. “Owwie!” You hollered in pain.

And then there you were, back once more to your former position. Landing inelegantly on your hands and knees. Only this time, you’re facing this person upfront.

“Very graceful,” he murmured. A hint of amusement in his words, and you lowly hung your head out of embarrassment. Was that really necessary? You thought. “Are you hurt?” He asked.

You couldn’t help it this time. You’ve been meaning to stay capable for the last half hour of being powerless, and probably would have been for another hour if this person didn’t find you, and yet you’ve had enough of it.

You abruptly dissolved into tears.

“I- I lost my glasses,” you cried, leaning back now to sit on the balls of your feet as you hid your face in your dirt-covered hands. “And I can’t find them… I’ve crawled and searched and crawled everywhere, and I still can’t find them…”

To say Wakasa wasn’t humored by this all was an understatement. How unusual was it to see a lone girl crying and it wasn’t his doing? Still, it was unfair of him to laugh at someone’s expense. More so, at a girl’s expense.

At that moment, you uncovered your face to wipe off the snot from your nose — in an unladylike manner at that — did Wakasa fully realize how distressed and helpless you had looked.

A smudge of dirt was apparent on your cheek, and your hair was loose and unruly. As if you’ve been pulling at it out of frustration. Your knees had open wounds on them, and Wakasa had to hold himself back from tending to it.

He’s seen far worse injuries. On him and on his friends. But to see one decorating a girl was one thing he couldn’t take well. His once grinning mouth formed a thin line.

Your eyelashes were wet, and your eyes themselves were glassy from trying to hold back any more tears. Although, a few had already cascaded and now mixed with grime.

It was, truth be damned, a cute look on you, and Wakasa oddly reveled in the fact that he’s there to save you.

He looked away, quickly. Not wanting to stare too much at your suddenly growing appeal on him. When he did, he then noticed your pair of glasses haphazardly sitting a few meters away.

He walked towards it, as sluggishly as he could, buying this alone time more with you. Your eyes squinting in the corners as you followed him with your blurry gaze. “What… Imaushi-san?”

“I found it,” he murmured, picking up the flimsy spectacles. “Your glasses, I mean.”

“Oh! Oh! Thank you!” You beamed at him, clasping your hands together in utmost gratitude. A smile like that, free and unpretentious looks good on you, Wakasa’s brain chimed in again.

Or maybe it’s because you weren’t wearing the obstructive thing that was in his hands?

He realized then that you were more beautiful than what you make yourself out to be. Not hiding. Just honest and pure.

He walked back towards you and kneeled down. “Say, what do I get for helping you?”

Now, you were back again on being all fours. You groaned and stuck your hand out. He really thought it’s funny to sneak and hide under the bed. “Give it back, mister,” you grunted.

He grumbled. “No!”

“Hmm,” Wakasa called out, magically appearing from behind you, “this somehow brings me back.”

Turning around, still on your hands and knees, you threw blurry glares at your devilishly grinning husband.

“This definitely brings me back,” he lowly chuckled. Stroking your sides as he made his way to you, and smirking even more when you yelped. Then, he crouched down right beside you, and said in that deep, honeyed voice of his, “Come on, boy. Give back your mom’s glasses.”

lmaooo this was kinda fun to write! not sure tho if i wrote it the way i imagined it… but, but wakasa with a megane?! COUNT ME IN. also, excuse any errors as per usual!

taglist. @mochi-coffee, @baji-san and @gwynsapphire.

[rinwhore]

*Young/Koudou Rengou Wakasa and Y/n arguing*

Y/n : you know what, this isn't going nowhere. You aren't taking this shit seriously. Go home.

Waka: okay.

Y/n: *did this ass really said-*

*later at 2am, someone knocks at ur door*

Y/n: waka...what are you doing here?

Waka: *holding a tub of ice cream* you told me to go home

Y/n: *dumbfounded* this isn't your house..??

Waka: but this is where my home is.

Y/n: huh?

..

..

Y/n: * finally clicked* oh

[anisespice]

“ lemme hold that ” || tokyo rev.

mha ver.

pairing: various x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, suggesting language, the word 'dick' said a million times, crack

note: i found the concept too funny to not do a tokyo revengers version - alsoooo i’ve been sleeping on wakasa and izana...yeh we gon fix that moving forward lol hope you enjoy <333

© 2023-2024 anisespice ッ all rights reserved. likes, comments & reblogs much appreciated!

[rizsu]

nonsensical questions — you must answer! tokyo revengers, jujutsu kaisen.

⤹ list ﹕ s. shinichiro + i. wakasa | f. toji + r. sukuna.

being a father means your child is either gonna humble you or throw questions only the divine can answer.

+ extra. for toji's part megumi's an older brother 😝

SHINICHIRO SANO — “well...!”

“daddy, if the sun went boom what would you do?”

curiousity is a child's best friend. when his son asks a question, the boy will not stop until he gets his answer.

curiousity, on the other hand, is not a father's best friend. shinichiro's more experienced than his five-year-old, he's had his fair share of ‘curiousity killed the cat’ moments.

as if shaping the mangoes into star-shaped pieces wasn't enough for him, he just had to spice it up with a triple question-mark (???) question and his cute actions.

the little one, or as shinichiro calls him, mini shini, was the one who introduced the question. he stretched out both arms and drew an imaginary circle in the air to reenact the sun going “boom!”

a sweat-bead trickles down shinichiro's neck. he swallows hard. if he dares to answer the question wrong, it'll only result in a challenging battle to make him eat the fruit. he ponders on the question, what would he do if the sun truly went boom?

die? no, that's too intense.

stop it? a power he wish he had.

tell the sun “don't do that!”? sounds like a perfect answer.

shinichiro places the star-shaped cutter down, lifting the boy onto the countertop. stabbing one of the many mango pieces with the child's fork, he imitates the sound of an airplane, swirling the fork in a bee-line before it lands in his son's mouth.

the action sends the younger one into a fit of giggles. he happily chews on the fruit, kicking his dangling feet back-and-forth.

“and as for your question,” shinichiro begins, “i'll tell the sun to not go boom-boom before it booms.”

he ends the sentence with a smile, gearing up the fork for another airplane run.

his son, however, doesn't return the excitement. instead, he tilts his head, slows the pace of his kicking, and questions his father, “but the sun is all the way up there. you're down here. how would that work?”

shinichiro smiles ear-to-ear, finding the genuine curiousity of his son amusing. he uses his free hand to ruffle the boy's hair, feeding him the fruit as he speaks, “because i'm your dad!”

WAKASA IMAUSHI — “realistically speaking–”

the backyard, wakasa, his toddler, a bucket of pink paint with a paintbrush, and a kid-sized vanity. it's finally daddy-daughter playtime and his little girl is energized and ready! after her well deserved nap, she's been more bouncy than ever. her steps have little jumps to it, her now messy pigtails still bounce with her, and her painted palms are evidence of the happiness.

as soon as the toddler woke up, she stared into nothingness to regain her senses. then, she immediately made it her mission to run to her dad.

“papa! papa!” was the only word heard throughout the hallways alongside her footsteps. it didn't take her any longer than a minute to find her father situated on the hammock outside.

she stopped in her tracks halfway there, raising a finger up to her mouth. it's an action she does whenever she's making a decision. wakasa looks peaceful; should she go to him or go back? of course, she goes to her dad!

when she arrived next to him, she stood on the tip of her toes to see inside the hammock. there he is, peaceful with his eyes closed. the slumber — or whatever he's doing — doesn't last for long. his newly found father instincts have been tickled and tingled. he sensed the presence of his daughter.

wakasa opened his eyes, greeting his daughter with a soft smile and lifting her onto him.

“slept well?” he asked, running his hand on top of her head in attempts to smoothen the stray hair strands.

“mhm, i did!” she nods.

“me too, princess,” he mumbles, yawning after the sentence.

the two sit in silence, enjoying the perfect weather.

toddlers aren't experts at sitting for too long. soon, she got bored and jumped off her dad's lap.

“papa, can i have a unicorn?” she pouts, patting her hands on his arm.

wakasa coughs. he accidentally choked on his saliva after hearing such a question. unicorns aren't real, and he's not going to rent a horse. it's not the same — his baby would be disappointed!

“an’ i want it to paint my table pink!” she disrupts his thoughts, adding another sentence to her previous one.

“i'm sorry princess. i can't get you a unicorn, but i can paint your table pink,” he breaks the news to her, immediately following up with a suggestion. although the unicorn won't be in the equation, the pink table will, and that's more than enough for her!

and that's the reason as to why they're surrounding her vanity with a bucket of pink paint. wakasa took his time to drag the vanity out, and his princess took her time to bring the paintbrush!

channeling his inner painter skills, he got to work as soon as she brought the brush. a little swish and swash of the brush and her vanity was eighty-percent finished. even though she lacked a brush, it didn't stop her from dipping her hands into the paint and using that as her brush. a bit of a mess, but nothing will ever get in between daddy-daughter time!

TOJI FUSHIGURO — “*lost the war and the battle*”

toji experienced more in emotions today than he's ever had in his entire life. whether it's the five stages of grief or exhaustion, he felt it all. his three-year-old daughter made sure to run her father's pockets and his mind dry. what was supposed to be a monthly home restocking run ended up being an expensive whatever-fits-in-the-cart-daddy-buys-it run. megumi got himself two lego sets, and the baby girl got herself a dollhouse.

don't be fooled; it's not just any regular dollhouse. it's a walk-in, spacious, pastel pink and white with purple accents dollhouse. toji knew the moment she stopped in her tracks with her mouth agape his card would end up maxed out.

he gulped, hoping that she doesn't turn around to him. during toji's younger days, if he didn't want to deal with something he'd pretend he doesn't see it. if he can't see it, the problem does not exist. but now, he's a father — he has duties!

as the younger sister by four years, megumi's bound to do as his sister says. the seven-year-old boy made sure to be his sister's knight the very minute she came into the world. he was in love, a little jealous, and absolutely adored her. if she wanted that dollhouse, he'd back her up!

“daddy—”

“not today, princess. not today.”

not today? such words are nonexistent in her world. something must be wrong with her father. she turns around, walking up to him with her arms stretched out. toji follows suit, bending over to lift her.

she squints at him, he pretends to not notice, megumi busies himself with his toy car while imitating the sounds of a sports car.

“i wan’ the dolly house!” she pouts, using one hand to repeatedly pat on his chest and the other pointing at the dollhouse in view.

“you can't have it today,” he explains, shooting her a small smile that has a double meaning.

again, she doesn't get it. once a child is confused, they begin using a word they won't stop using.

“why?”

“'cause i said so.”

“why?” she tilts her head.

“not today, sweetie,” he tilts his head.

“but why?” she raises an eyebrow.

toji begins to feel the stress creeping in, “because—”

“i can put my toys back if it's too much,” megumi intervenes, he's been watching them for a minute now. he, too, wants the dollhouse, but he won't say that! it's not in line with his knight image.

“no, meg'. leave it in there,” he rejects his son's offer. toji's been strong on letting megumi know he mustn't sacrifice his wants for others... and it'll be unfair if he had to put his toys back.

this almost set the three-year-old off — she wants that dollhouse! seeing that megumi's toys fit in the trolley, maybe she can break down the dollhouse and fit it in the trolley too.

“daddy, break the dolly house ‘nd put it in the trolley!” she increases the pace of the hand patting on his chest. she had a bright idea and she's going to stick to it.

toji goes silent. the idea isn't the smartest, but he felt his proud dad senses tingle. his second baby had a suggestion! an actual one! and she didn't use “why” this time!

giving in he walked towards to house, still against it but what can he do in the faces of his children? they're his weakness. he didn't win this time, but he'll win next time. this counts as the fifty-seventh lost.

SUKUNA RYOMEN — “apparently i do not have rights.”

“papa, let's play dress up.”

sukuna doesn't know if he's offended or proud. instead of a question, he was met with a statement. there weren't any greetings, any hugs, just nothing but a statement. she walked in with business! slowly, but surely, she's showing signs that she's taking after him and he's never been more proud.

however, such proudness doesn't mean he's going to twinkle and sprinkle. he's a man and will continue to look like it — not.

who told sukuna he had freedom of speech? what made him think his little carbon copy wasn't going to drag him? with her two hands securing their grip on his wrist, she walked backwards to her room. the only time sukuna accepts defeat is when he's face-to-face with her. he's a gun, but she's a bomb. it is evident that he's overpowered by her.

the moment he entered her room, he was met with instant sparkles and positivity. he knew he was about to be princess-fied and there's unfortunately nothing that can be done.

she sits him down on her stool. then, she grabs her tiara, standing on her tiptoes to place it on his hair. she gathers her toy makeup and her glitter-included perfume. sukuna's right eye twitches; he can feel the items laughing at him.

“it's makeup time!” she announces, opening the palette of six bright colours.

she dabs her finger in the purple eyeshadow. making sure there's enough pigment, she swipes it over on to his eyelids. one layer done, another to go. this time she goes in with blue just below his eyebrows. satisfied with the eyeshadow, she goes in with white in the middle to blend the colours. a perfect mix!

the next step is the blush. she whips out the blush, using three fingers to apply it this time. she repeats until she's satisfied with the amount. sukuna's cheeks are as rosy as a rose!

the last item is the lipgloss. it's also his most dreaded one. he despises the way the lipgloss feels on his lips — it's far too sticky for his liking! he'd rather use oil. in sad attempts to soften the stickyness, sukuna licks his lips.

she squeezes the tube until the gloss overflows. it's just the right amount to apply on and over his lips. her hands are a little shaky, but she's still a good makeup artist!

sukuna has now been princess-fied. due to his behaviour at her studio, she gives him a star sticker.

“papa, you're pretty now!” she compliments, clapping her hands at her creation.

sukuna took the compliment another way. was he not pretty before? did that mean she found him visually troubled? maybe she doesn't — kids are honest people, and she doesn't know how to lie yet.

[b0nten]

GINGERBREAD HOUSES

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ building gingerbread houses with the tr boys!!

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ if you guys want any other character included juat comment and i’ll add them!! happy late christmas <3

ABSOLUTELY DEVOURS : you would have never thought he would take this seriously, but he did. he prepares the frosting, asks you about where you want the candies to be put and what aesthetic you want to go for. he’s THE architect of gingerbread houses and trust, he will make that house the sturdiest one the earth has ever seen. don’t be fooled though, he’s still gonna dip his finger in that frosting and smudge it on your face, but not before he makes you happy by finishing the house.

➷｡ TAKEOMI , RAN, DRAKEN, CHIFUYU, INUPI, MITSUYA, KAKUCHO

tries his… best: he’s still sloppy with it, and the frosting melts until he understands what you want the house to look like, but he tries his best best — runs to put the melting frosting in the fridge in hopes of saving it, tries to be extra careful with his movements — but it all seems in vain. the house looks like an old shed that’s about to fall, but at least he made you laugh.

➷｡ BAJI, RINDOU, KOKO, HAKKAI, MOCHI, SHINICHIRO, ANGRY, IZANA, SANZU, KAZUTORA

doesn’t take it seriously… at all: he’s not being mean on purpose, but he really can’t fathom building that gingerbread house successfully. the gingerbread smells funky, you’ve left him the task of preparing the frosting which in all honesty was the worst idea ever — it’s sloppy, it’s clumpy— and he’s already eaten half of the candies you guys were supposed to use as decor while you’re exasperating on the floor, next to him. but he looks at you, smiling, and you burst out laughing, rolling on the carpet and he joins too and you’re both left a giggling mess.

➷｡ HANMA, MIKEY, WAKASA, SMILEY, SHION

[haruchuiyo]

husband!wakasa imaushi

content: lots of fluff + more fluff + established relationship + fem!reader + absolutely downright clingy wakasa who loves you to infinity and beyond

husband!wakasa who loves it when you sit on his lap, his arms wrapped around your body and do what you need to do. Be on your phone, read a book or talk to your friends, you have to sit on his lap or he grabs you and places you on his lap if you don’t.

—

husband!wakasa who pouts (cutely) when he sees you take off your wedding ring when you need to do everyday stuff, like washing your hands or take a shower. ‘ushi, the rings can get rusty’ you say and he replies with a ‘then we clean them’.

husband!wakasa who feels his heart flutter and his body heat up when you bite the other end of his lollipop stick in his mouth, then pull it out before kissing him. He remembers telling you jokingly before marriage, you should do that whenever you feel like kissing him, especially when he has the stick in his mouth.

husband!wakasa always kisses you on the spot behind your ear as a greeting or as a welcome home kiss.

husband!wakasa who loves to spar in the gym with you. Gives you a little playful slap on your ass, which has you gasping at him before slapping his chest. A second later you slap his ass back.

husband!wakasa who has the biggest proudest smirk on his face when he hears you introduce him as ‘my husband’. Best believe, he gave you plenty of kisses later.

husband!wakasa who always manages to surprise you with a back hug at the gym, especially when he sees you looking for him. Gives you a soft chaste kiss on your lips while calling you ‘my love.’

husband!wakasa who loves to trap you in his arms and snuggle his face into the crook of your neck. Best thing he ever knows.

husband!wakasa who always whispers in your ear knowing how much it tickles you + he wants hear you giggle which he loves absolutely the sound of.

husband!wakasa who also loves to trace chaste kisses on your stomach if he has his head on your lap. Sometimes if he wants to, he tickles your belly button which has you flinching sideways, sending him almost flying from his position on your lap.

husband!wakasa who loves to trace the wedding ring on your finger when he’s sitting beside you in any setting.

husband!wakasa who loves to get a lil naughty and put the stick of the lollipop he finished in your mouth (with the end he put in his mouth). He loves to see your reaction. Gives you a little soft pat on your cheek, saying ‘good girl’ leaving you flustered.

husband!wakasa who always has his hands on your hips when standing behind you in crowds or standing in long queues. Or wraps his arms around your body while resting his chin on your shoulder, giving you a back hug.

husband!wakasa whose random actions towards you is the way he shows his love and appreciation for you.

—

id pin this man down and make out with him fr

if you’ve come this far, a like and a reblog would soooo much appreciated <3

[notiddygxthgf]

munch!

★ pairings: wakasa imaushi x f!reader

★ synopsis: waka loves his fiancee. especially when her legs are around his head.

★ content warning: smut, pwp, porn without plot, cute porn though, simp wakasa, oral sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, pussydrunk!waka, unprotected sex.

★ a/n: all my juicy bitches wya 😩😩 thought id do some fan service. enjoy!! mwah mwah xo

★ w.c.; 3.8k

mdni! smut beneath the cut

"YOU'RE SO FULL OF SHIT," Keizo hummed. "There's no way you actually, genuinely think that's a good way to live."

Shinichiro shrugged. "I'm just not a fan."

"Fan of what? Eating pussy?" Wakasa chimed in. The three men were lounging in the living room of Shinichiro's apartment, sharing friendly banter. "Don't be ridiculous."

"I like receiving better," Shinichiro retorted.

Wakasa couldn't possibly disagree more. "Just say you're bad at it, Shin."

"Shin, you sound like..." Keizo began. "You sound like one of those guys who just want to be included in the conversation, but you actually have like... no experience whatsoever."

"Eating pussy is so much better than getting blown, man," Waka mused. "I mean really, you're missing out."

"Take it from him," Remarked the largest of the three, who sat back in his chair with his legs spread wide. "He's a devoted munch."

"For enjoying giving my girl pleasure? Alright, dude." Wakasa rolled his eyes. "The way the girls' legs grip your head, the way she squirms... you're telling me you don't eat that up?"

Wakasa had a sort of reputation around these parts, although it wasn't like he didn't have anything to do with it. He adored his queen. His beloved fiance. It was no secret to anyone from one end of Tokyo to the other that she was the apple of his eye, and that he lived to please her to the furthest extent possible. However, in more recent times, he had made a name for himself. The name in question?

"You know what that makes you?" Keizo remarked with a sharp exhale. "A munch."

The two men were seated in the lounge shortly after a meeting. Their coworker and boss, Shinichiro Sano, sat just off to the side of them, watching the exchange with a shit-eating grin.

"What does that even mean?" Wakasa furrowed his brows. Sinking further into the couch, he reached into his vibrating pocket.

Shinichiro decided that now would be the perfect time to chip in with his own two cents. "A munch is, like, the male equivalent of a dickrider, obsessed," he answered, although it wasn't like anyone asked. "Someone who's all up in one girl's pussy – metaphorically and sometimes physically. Like you."

After a brief pause, Wakasa's weary lilac eyes scanned the illuminated text on his screen. "Rather be all up in one girl's pussy than be getting none at all," He retorted, holding the phone up to his ears. The tone of his next few words was virtually unrecognizable from that of his previous statement as he answered the incoming call.

"Hi, pretty baby," He greeted. "How are you?"

From the other end of the receiver, he could almost see the way her face scrunched together when she yawned. She paused, and then in that sultry, soft-spoken voice that drove him wild, she said, "Hi, Daddy."

Shinichiro's eyes widened as he leaned forward in his seat. Although Keizo's surprise wasn't as outward, even he couldn't hide the quiet chuckle that escaped when he dampened his lips with his tongue. Wakasa clutched the phone closer to his ear, turning away from the two men.

"I'm with the guys, baby, behave," he warned her, although his tone remained as soft as ever. "Is something the matter?"

He heard his precious girl sigh on the other side of the phone, followed by a quiet rustling sound. He wondered where she was right now. It sounded like she was in bed. If that was the case, he could already picture her in all of her sculpturesque beauty – tangled in the sheets of their queen-sized bed, heart-shaped lips parted ever so slightly, face dusted with a hue of pink that matched her pretty pink satin jammies. He wondered if, then, she would be wearing his hoodie. Fuck, just the thought of that had him squirming.

"Nothin's the matter, um..." His muse trailed off. He knew she was fiddling with her earlobe, just as she always did when she was deep in thought. "Jus... I jus' miss you."

If it were even possible, Wakasa felt his exterior soften even more. "I miss you too, princess."

"When are you coming home?"

If she asked him like that again – in that quiet, beautiful voice of hers – he would be coming home within the next few minutes, no questions asked. He didn't tell her that, of course. The two of you had spent the entire night indulged entirely in one another. His neck bore the battle scars of such an altercation; two small red hickeys which had been tactically placed by a devious little gremlin without his knowledge.

"Not sure, why?" He asked, fighting off his internal monologue which had memories of last night on replay in the back of his mind. "You need somethin'?"

"No," Was all she said. There was a brief silence, during which Keizo and Shinichiro resumed the conversation they had been having.

He heard her rustling around in the background again – his phone vibrated once, signifying a new message, but he didn't go to answer it – and then she said, "Look at what I sent you."

Wakasa obliged, like the munch he was, and opened the message. It was from her, of course. He'd expected that. What he hadn't expected though, was the image that awaited him when he entered the private message with her.

Immediately, he shielded the phone from his friends (who were, in hindsight, far too deeply immersed in their own private conversation about the politics of gender roles and derogatory nicknames to care ). Feeling heat crawl up the back of his neck and the corners of his lips twist into a grin, he fought to regain his composure.

"You took that just now?" He asked, a little more quietly than before. "Have you been waiting for me to come back all morning?"

"Mhm," The girl mumbled proudly. "And when you do come back, that'll be waiting for you."

That was all he needed to hear. Wakasa stood up from the couch and dusted off his shorts. "Be there in 15."

"Kay," you giggled, and that was the last thing he heard before you hung up on him.

Wakasa sighed, pocketing his phone, and then turning back to his two friends. "I gotta bounce," He called, interrupting their conversation to announce his departure. "I'll catch you guys later."

Keizo crossed one leg loosely over the other, throwing his arms along the backside of the couch. "The missus calls?"

The shorter man – who was already reaching for the doorknob – flashed a small grin. "What can I say? I'm like superman."

Shinichiro, who was now against one arm of his loveseat while his legs were thrown over the other, commented on Wakasa's choice of words. "More like Supermunch."

Wakasa ignored his comment, pulling open the door. "Suck me." .

"Oh fuck."

Wakasa groaned in response, although the noise was muffled by her thighs. Buried nose-deep in the world's wettest pussy, his grip was like a vice, strong hands digging into the girl's hips in such a manner that he knew his fingers would leave pretty purple bruises.

His thick, beautiful goddess. He loved everything about her. More than that, he loved eating her out. When he'd run his tongue over the most sensitive part of her, her whole body would twitch. Her hips, painted with stretch marks, were his handles. He adored the way her soft, supple body careened into his touch.

She tasted like heaven, and god, she was gushing for him.

He sucked gently on her clit, which was flushed red with arousal, watching in awe as the woman arched up off of the bed. He could see this show a thousand million times and he would still be just as enthralled as he had been the day he had taken her like this for the very first time. Pressing open-mouthed kisses to her pretty pink pussy, his tongue found its way down toward her dripping hole.

Leaving not a moment to waste, she gripped his disheveled ponytail by the root, pushing his head in deep enough for the tongue to slide right in – like it was meant to be there.

"Please," His fiancee pleaded, although he wasn't entirely sure what she wanted. She knew full and well that he wasn't planning on slowing down anytime soon. "Mnnnh-"

And, just to tease her, he withdrew, replacing his tongue with two damp fingers. "Feel good, sweetheart?" He murmured softly, just up against her red-flushed skin.

While he wasn't answered with words, the response he got was nonetheless gratifying. With a gasp and a desperate rut of her hips against his mouth, against the low vibration of his voice, she sent a message as clear as day.

He made no effort to stop her. Instead, adjusting his hands to grip the meat of her ass, he allowed the beautiful, frenzied girl to shamelessly ride his face. Her hips jumped up and down, rubbing her pretty little clit on his lips and his nose, smearing her juices all over his face. She shuddered, opening her legs even further, and arched into the warm, mushy mess he had created with his mouth.

She looked so fucked out like this, so ruined. Her head was thrown back, hair strewn haphazardly over the satin pillow, pink lips parted gently to make way for her trembling breaths. The little red babydoll she was wearing – what started all of this – complimented the undertones of her skin in such a way that it made his head spin. One of the straps hung loosely off of her shoulder, just barely exposing her breast. She was too much; he wanted to touch everything. To say he was enjoying the view would be an understatement. God, he could paint it if he could – on some Van Gogh shit, but if he were a porn addict.

Her smooth legs clamped shut over his ears. He huffed a satisfied little laugh before prying them apart and continuing to make a ruin out of the poor girl in the open.

Unfortunately, as he was only one man, he had to pull away for some air. He plunged two digits back into her, curling them up against that spot that would make her purr. He knew her body like the back of his hand, having memorized every curve, every crevice. Moving forward to continue lapping at her clit, he tried sucking in more air without having to stop. He never wanted to. He could hardly breathe but, fuck, he wouldn't mind going out like this: squished between his fiancee's thighs, feeling her warm essence drip down his chin while she cried out for him.

He couldn't take his eyes off her. The way she took his fingers so well, sucking them in and then clenching around them like she never wanted to let go. The way she gasped out his name over and over like a broken mantra. He could feel the heat of his own arousal straining against the seam of his boxers, but he didn't care. Being able to see her like this was more than enough.

With a gasp, he pulled back. "Fuck," he breathed. "You're purring like a kitten for me."

She carded a trembling hand through his hair, taking some of it into her small fist and tugging on it. He arched into the sensation. He loved the pain.

"Please," She begged again.

Though his fingers never stopped, he paused his desperate licking to draw the moment out even longer. An hour wasn't enough. He wanted to be inside of her all day, in perfect tune with the rhythm of her body, every arch, every stutter of her hips spurring him on. He rubbed the point of his index finger over her sweet spot, pulling her apart from the inside. "Use your words, princess."

Judging by the way her walls were beginning to spasm around his fingers, fun time was about to be cut short. He wanted more. No, fuck, he needed more. But honestly, he wasn't so sure that she could take anymore. Her eyes rolled back, slurred words and broken moans pouring out of her mouth a mile a minute while she struggled to hold on.

Deciding she had taken too long to answer, he dove back into her, parting her lips with his nose and then forming a light suction seal over her clit. He had to readjust himself to fit his fingers and his mouth in such a small space.

She felt so good inside, so warm. He could die in this pussy.

His fiancee gasped, "Waka, stop, 'm gonna cum."

His lips departed from the woman's dripping wet cunt, but only to roughly slide her ass closer to his face. Then, completely disregarding her previous please, he devoured her. His hair was beyond disheveled, tangled in her fist, while the rest hung in damp strands around his face.

He peered up at her hungrily, pulling back and greedily licking her off of his fingers. "Say my name like that again," he'd practically moaned, running his hands up and down your trembling thighs. The poor girl was shaking like a leaf in the breeze and he was reveling in it. "Say my name while you ride my tongue, baby."

"Mmmfuck– wait," She gasped. Her body, however, sent a different signal. She yanked his hair – hard, too – and trapped his head between her thighs. Those pretty little noises she was making increased in pitch and became more frequent within. She was near the breaking point, broken pleas of his name tumbling from her devilish lips. "Wait, wait... Waka, baby."

He wasn't planning on obeying her, moaning against her now abused clit while his lips and tongue alternated applying pressure on it. The pleasure coursing through his veins was enough to drive him wild – fuck, if she kept swallowing him up like that he was gonna cream his pants. She was getting loud and, to be frank, that was turning him on like crazy. He wanted to reach down and palm the ache between his legs, rut his hips down against the bed – anything to release some of the tension that was building between his legs – but he was far too enamored by the sight of her to take any attention away.

Head thrown back, hand gripping his blonde (and purple) tresses like a vice, back arched up off of the bed while that red babydoll dress slipped further off of her shoulders... she was a sight to behold. He never wanted to stop, never wanted her to stop moaning his name. He didn't care if the neighbors heard – hell, the whole building.

His tongue swapped places with his fingers.

The way she was mewling for him like a cat in heat made his heart run wild with desire. She was beautiful, so fucking pretty. She always was. But nothing compared to the way she looked like this, spread open for him like a mouth-watering buffet. He whined, feeling her tug harder at his hair. Her guts were clenching around his tongue like she wanted more. He knew it would only be a matter of time before he got what he wanted from her, so he removed his mouth from the girl's dripping cunt, allowing his fingers to work her open – an obscene mix of her juices and his spit glistening as it ran down his chin. Somehow, he found the strength to utter the words, "I need you to cum for me."

He had power over her at that moment, he knew he did. He had her rocking her hips back on his fingers like a desperate whore, chasing that sweet release she so desperately craved. When she slapped her hand over her mouth to keep quiet – because she had gotten a bit louder, to say the least – he quickly grabbed her wrists, pinning them down into the mattress. "Let me hear you, baby," He panted. "Let the whole building know who's making you feel good."

And he continued the downright slaughter of your pussy with his mouth this time.

"Daddy," the girl mewled, curling into herself. He'd been edging the poor thing around for far too long. He knew that. He just didn't care enough to stop.

It slipped out. It must have... Yet, still, when his fingers curled up against a particularly sensitive spot with all of the ease of a harpist plucking at the strings of her core, her lips spilled praise of his name. "Daddy!"

His smirk grew in size. He licked some of her off of his lips, and then hummed, twisting his fingers around. "That's it, princess. Such a good girl for me."

And then he could see something in the girl snap. The coil of her release snapped with all the power of an oncoming freight train, slamming into her in such a way that had her back arching up off of the bed. Her hips jolted up against his fingers and his tongue, lips chanting his name like a mantra while savoring the slow strokes of his long fingers against her gummy walls. He could feel the shock tear through her in waves, ripping trembling gasps from her lungs while she clenched around him.

"Baby," she mewled. "Oh, fuck, baby."

He slid his fingers out of the girl slowly, savoring the way her pretty pussy clenched over his fingers one last time before pulling out. Taking the soaked digits up to his lips, he sucked them clean. God, he would never forget how she looked right now, even if he'd seen it a thousand times before.

"Fuck, I wanna feel you," He shuddered, pushing himself onto his knees and then reaching for his tee shirt. Seeing her cum on his tongue like that was enough to drive him mad, dick straining hard against his pants. His lips found their way to hers in a messy clash of tongue and teeth, slick spreading from his face to hers while juices dripped down his neck. He pulled back, "Wanna feel you so fucking bad it hurts."

His beautiful fiancee sat up with uncalled quickness, small hands grabbing at his wrinkled shirt. That was all he needed to push the girl onto her back, promptly tugging the damp fabric over his head and tossing it somewhere to the side. When he turned back around, he caught the way her eyes studied the linework of his tattoos with newfound hunger.

She reached a pretty manicured hand out to rest on his abs, fingers splayed open, roaming the expanse of his ink. She traced the lines down to his abdomen, down to the junction between his hip and his pants – where his v-line was peeking out. He felt himself twitch beneath her touch.

"Don't be a tease," He breathed, although that breathless smile never wavered. He had to make a conscious effort to regulate his breathing. If he didn't restrain himself, god, he didn't even know what he would do to her. He had spent the whole ride over here fantasizing about her, about his pretty girl. He could do so many things, but there was so little time to do them. At least, that's what he'd been thinking before he felt her hand cup his erection through his sweats.

He let out a pent-up gasp that turned into a breathy chuckle. "Ah, fuck."

And then he pulled the girl into another bruising kiss, gripping her ass in his hands and pulling at the flesh like he was tearing into Thanksgiving dinner. Her hand pressed further into his crotch.

She parted from his lips to mumble, "Want you..."

"Yeah?" He breathed. It was getting hard to keep his composure when her hand was palming at him through his pants. His hands slid over her waist and gently cupped her face. "Where do you want me, princess?"

She laid back against the bed, arching her back down. Her legs remained folded against his waist. He quietly observed her, mesmerized by the woman and the way she welcomed him with open legs. Sighing blissfully, he lowered his hand to the warmth between her legs, which had begun to drip

Wordlessly, she brought her legs up onto the table. The man quietly observed her as she did so. He was mesmerized by the girl and the way she welcomed him with open legs. He hummed, lowering his hand to the warmth between her legs. "Right here, baby?" He asked.

Instead of answering, she reached for the waistband of his pants.

He left no time to waste, sliding them down over his hips with a hand at her back and letting her tug his boxers down below his thighs.

Immediately, she pushed her hips back against his, rubbing the head of his cock between her drenched folds. Something in him snapped, or rather, something was about to snap.

"Put it in, Daddy," she whined, and, fuck, when she was getting his cock wet like that he had no right to refuse her. The way she was so desperate even though she just came... he was going to get her pregnant one of these days.

He sighed, adjusting her legs around his waist, running his hands down her stomach – which rose and fell with every ragged breath – to rest on her hips. He let one hand move down towards his dick, wrapping around the leaking tip and then lining it up with her entrance. She was dripping all over him.

Before he could put it in himself, the girl slammed her hips back, sheathing the entirety of his cock in her heat.

"F-Fuck," He gasped, although it came out more like a whine. He let her set the pace at first, sliding back and forth in a way that had his head spinning. Her walls were so wet, so warm, so gummy. Fuck, it felt like he was melting.

Fucking into his dripping-wet fiancee, he couldn't fight the strangled moans that were ripped from the depths of his soul. "Fuck," He whimpered. He slowed down to savor the way her pussy sucked him in, and then pushed him out, and then sucked him in again. It made him dizzy. "Fuck, fuck."

"Mmm," the little devil chuckled. "Feel good?"

"So warm," he panted in response, sounding like a bitch in heat. "Oh fuck, I–" He angled his hips upward, bringing his hand over her cunt to roll his thumb over her clit, relishing in the way she cried for him. "I'm not gonna last long."

He'd never put it in so soon after eating it before. Fuck, the sensation was indescribable. He wanted to die like this – buried eight inches deep in her warm, wet cunt.

"Kay," she giggled. Then she moaned, "I want you to cum inside, okay?"

He knew that if even thought about getting to paint her insides right now he wouldn't last much longer. Hell, this would mark the fifth time he'd done it this week, even if it was only Tuesday. But, shit, whatever the princess wanted?

"Okay, baby."

Princess would get.

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[thvkei]

can we have the hug thing for the first gen of black dragon plsss?<333333333

tokyo rev; how they hug !

including. shinichiro, wakasa, benkei, takeomi.

notes. my babies. thank u so much for giving me a reason to write for them😖

part one. jjk ver.

SHINICHIRO SANO .

‘ shinichiro is touchstarved. he doesn’t just hug—he holds. he cradles. he worships. each time his arms wrap around your waist and his head falls against your shoulder, new stars align in the sky. after every hard day, he’s inspired to pull you close, to touch you, to show you just how much he missed you. shinichiro hugs like it will be his last. ‘

WAKASA IMAUSHI .

‘ wakasa’s touch is soft and lazy. his feelings are not. no amount of pawing at your hips, or pressing his weight against you could ever convey the want you instill in him. it’s raw. adoring. he just wants you to see that. to feel it. and he wants others to see and feel it too. ‘

KEIZO ARASHI .

‘ benkei is well aware of his strength. in a relationship, not only will he use that strength to protect you at any cost, he’ll also use it shamelessly to show how much he fucking loves you. wether that be straight up throwing you over his shoulder, or lifting you up to kiss your lips, this man never hesitates. never. not when it comes to you. ‘

TAKEOMI AKASHI .

‘ with takeomi, you’ll always be treated like the queen you are. he’ll make sure every need is met, especially physically. he’s always there to remind you how much he craves every part of you. dragging you in by the waist, locking his arm around you neck. you name it. just say the words. ‘

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[benkeibear]

⋆꙳✧༄ Meeting your parents

❖ Characters: Benkei, Sanzu, Wakasa

❖ Reader: genderneutral

❖ Summary: They meet your parents for the first time and hope for their approval

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☰ Benkei:

ꕤ He was so nervous because what if they think he's a criminal because of all the tattoos??

ꕤ Benkei, my bear... You ARE a criminal!

ꕤ Good okay, your parents don't need to know that part but yeah

ꕤ Benkei will get your mom her favorite flowers and some wine or whiskey for your dad

ꕤ He will hold your hand so tight, you fear it might break but you know he's just nervous

ꕤ Has the biggest smile on his face when your parents open the door and welcome him into their home without any weird looks or remarks

ꕤ He will shake your dads hand extra hard because a good man gives a good handshake, it was too hard but your dad got the point and laughed it off

ꕤ Hugs your mom back like she's some fragile butterfly and appreciates how welcoming she is

ꕤ Gets flustered by how friendly your parents are and how they already see him as part of the family

ꕤ Feels like an elephant in a porcelain store, scared to destroy something or say something wrong

ꕤ Benkei will look at baby pictures with you mom and begs her to keep one for the fridge, chuckling when she shows the funny pictures and sharing a great time with her

ꕤ Shares a few beers with your dad and gets his approval, lots of praises as well since you told them so much about him he's caught by surprise but in a good way

ꕤ You two leave happy and Benkei gets added to the family group chat the second the front door closes

ꕤ Parents approval!

☰ Sanzu:

ꕤ I don't even know how this wouldn't end in chaos

ꕤ Let’s just say it was important enough for Sanzu to show up sober and properly dressed

ꕤ He would definitely wear his mask at first, scared they will hate him due to his scars or make any backhanded comments about how you could have done better

ꕤ His hands were shaking so bad as you walk up to your parents house, holding hands just to make him feel at ease

ꕤ Your parents were a bit taken aback by a pink haired man with a mask but welcomed him loving anyways, he's the man you love after all

ꕤ When the time came for lunch and He had to take his mask off, you saw panic in his eyes and told your parents whats up, not wanting them to stare at him

ꕤ They didn't even bother staring, your mom just frowned "i'm sorry Haruchiyo" escaping her lips, not pitying him but feeling bad he was scared to show his face to them

ꕤ When your little sister came home she jumped Sanzu like a little monkey, acting like she knows him forever already and does this a lot

ꕤ He tensed up but thought it's funny, knowing from Senju how younger siblings can be but he appreciated it

ꕤ He went to play princess dress up and attended your sisters tea party. He even wore a small crown when you checked in if everything is okay

ꕤ Your parents took all their worry back since he's such a friendly guy, getting along great with everyone

ꕤ Your sister calls him Princess buttercup and he adores it so much because she not once said anything about his scars or appearance in general

ꕤ Parents approval but they're a bit worried.

☰ Wakasa:

ꕤ Waka is really chill about it, not getting why he should be nervous… or at least that's what he tried to tell himself

ꕤ It's not like their opinion will change your relationship in any way but he still wanted their approval obviously

ꕤ He greets your parents very formal which made your mom laugh "we're family Wakasa, please don't call me miss" and he blushed a little, feeling like an idiot

ꕤ He also helped your mom set the table, eyes landing on the small workout room of your dad

ꕤ Your dad saw and smiled, dragging him there "you like to work out eh?" He would ask Waka with the biggest grin, wanting to show off

ꕤ He explained that be even owns a gym and offered for your dad to just swing by so they could work out together- free membership included

ꕤ That's what got your dad, in love with him, calls him son when he gives his shoulder a good squeeze

ꕤ Your mom just loves how gentle he is with you and how he tries to help where he possibly can, appreciating how he nags you from time to time just to make you smile and laugh

ꕤ She calls him your anchor because of his calm attitude and she's more than right

ꕤ Parents approval! Waka got two fans and gets invited for family dinner on sundays (yes, HE gets invited, offered to bring you along, their own child)

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[yuuuhiii]

hi hi! i saw ur post with “do you think we’re together in every universe?” and i loved it so much. do you think i could request a part 2? with ran, rindou, koko, and south? ofc anyone else you want too or if u don’t want to do all of those characters all good. thanks so much love bug!

in every other universe pt.2

includes: just fluff and crack :P

note: thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy, I decided to add seishu and wakasa!!

𓂃 ran , rindou, south 𝜗𝜚

𓂃kokonoi, seishu, wakasa𝜗𝜚

© yuuuhiii 24 : don’t plagiarize, translate, or post my work on other platforms

[kawataslvr]

Summary : More of a crack fic tbh, no real warnings apart from cursing. YOUR ONLY 2 YEARS YOUNGER BTW

A/N : I didn’t know what to write but didn’t wanna not write 😔, off topic but i actually rlly like the idea of Shinichiro X Waka’s younger brother.

“YOU WERE WHAT.” really, the words had slipped from Shinichiro’s mouth, he was going to have more than one Imaushi on his ass now.

Wakasa slammed down his hands on the work table in the back of the bike shop, it was closed by now. It was late.

Shinichiro had no idea how to respond, this was a horrible way to confess he'd been involved with his brother for so long.

Through a sex joke.

———

Wakasa chuckled as the two discussed his younger brother “He was practically shoving it down his throat. I'm sure he liked it.”

“I was shoving it down his throat last night.” Shinichiro said bluntly, and quite confidently and loudly at that.

Wakasa’s smile had never DROPPED faster.

———

Which is what led to this situation. “It was just on instinct I promise!” Shinichiro tried to cover it up.

“INSTINCT MY ASS.” He looked at the ravenette straight in the eyes with a furios expression.

“It really was! If you had said that about anyone else I would've said the same thing!”

It was late and Wakasa was tired, he was about to head home anyways.. he let it slide under his radar, for now.

———

Wakasa finally got home and saw his younger brother on the couch sleeping, with the tv on. You probably had fallen asleep watching whatever show was on at the time.

Debating whether to wake you up and ask you about Shin, he ended up doing it.

“mmmm.. yes Wakaa?” you looked up at the older dude, yawning and sitting up. Still very noticeably half asleep.

The only thing you were focusing on was getting this over as quickly as possible before so you could go back to sleep, clearly not in a good state of mind.

“Are you and Shinichiro together?”

“mm.. yeah we are..”

Wakasa felt his blood BOIL.

“Have you two done anything together?”

“mhm..”

Silence filled the room, you flopped back down and laid down on the couch to go back to sleep again.

If it wasn’t for the fact Wakasa didn't wanna wake you again, he might’ve even started rampaging.

But, he let you sleep.

He wanted to confront you and Shinichiro.

At the same time.

———

You woke up on the couch with a blanket and pillow on you, and Shinichiro sitting down on the matching loveseat beside the two seater you were laying on.

Amd Wakasa on the other couch, you shot up a little too quickly from your seat seeing the scene.

You were used to waking up to Wakasa’s friends at the house, but Wakasa looked so mad.

So serious.

“Y/N, you finally woke up.” Wakasa’s tone sounded dead panned.

You rubbed your eyes awake glancing at Shinichiro then back at Wakasa, you had an idea of what he found out about.

“So, Shinichiro.. mind explaining why you broke bro code?” you froze, fuck, did Wakasa already find out? Shinichiro stayed quiet for a few seconds.

“You told me that I should try experimenting with more than just girls!”

“SO YOU GO AND FUCK MY BABY BROTHER?” Wakasa shot back immediately, he’d always been a lazy guy, he wanted to punch the dark haired man more than anyone else in the world.

“I DON’T GET TO CHOOSE WHO MY HEART LIKES!”

“BUT YOU CAN CONTROL YOUR FUCKING DICK!”

“YOUR BROTHER HAS A NICE ASS!”

The room went silent, your face turning a bright red from embarrassment. Wakasa’s turning red from anger.

Shinichiro quickly regretted his words, hating how things kept slipping in and out of his mouth, almost like he did inside yo—

Wakasa lunged at Shinichiro, and he would've hit him if you didn’t grab hold of the ravenette and move him towards your body.

“Y/N what the hell!” Wakasa said angrily, Shinichiro couldn’t help but laugh at the scene.

“C’mon Wakaaa he clearly likes me more, especially the way I treat him at ni—“ This time you were the one to hit Shinichiro.

A harsh slap across the face, a few seconds after and a proud Wakasa till the situation calmed down.

Wakasa, still furios about all the sex jokes Shinichiro made, but coming to terms with the relationship between you two.

“If you touch my brother again I’ll snap your neck in half Sano.” You and Shinichiro gave a light laugh, “I’m not joking. A pillow between you two right now.” He stood up and put the pillow you were previously sleeping on and set it between you and the older.

“Wakasa!” you protested grabbing the pillow and throwing it at him, Shinichiro started laughing again. Wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close to his own.

“Get your hands off him you fucking—!”

[honeybleed]

— ★ 1ST GEN BLACK DRAGONS AS STEP-DADS

content & warnings: fem!reader, reader has children, reader is short to shin, takeomi & benkei but around wakasa’s height, final timeline so all are in their forties, light-hearted so don’t take this too seriously lol

featuring: takeomi akashi, shinichiro sano, wakasa imaushi & keizo arashi

author’s note: they all occupy my brain like crazy so i had to write a lil sumn sumn (albeit short n halfbaked asf) 😛 also i know step fathers are through marriage so i guess dating then getting married is a long time? but whatever. divider credit to @/dejwrld also check out @/444takeomi ! they write so much content for 1st gen black dragons they’re doing the lord’s work frfr

takeomi akashi:

He is the worst step dad out of them all, I’m sorry it has to be said.

Wasn’t too thrilled when you told him you had four kids.

But at the same time, the prospect of a roof over his head with a woman that can cook a decent meal didn’t seem too bad.

Your kids hate him from the jump — it annoys them when they wanna play video games or watch television on weekend mornings and Takeomi is crashed on the couch, hungover.

Is always stealing the snacks meant for their lunchboxes.

You’ve had to slap the back of his head or throw something one too many times because he tries to get your youngest to get him beer from the fridge or asks your teenager to buy him cigarettes from the convenience store.

“I’m only 14.”

“Shit, I was buyin’ em at 14 too.”

Definition of that “go get my purse” meme cos he’ll snake his arms around your waist and kiss your neck so he can get some cash for a lottery ticket or to bet on a horse race cos he blows his own money like water.

wakasa imaushi:

Not really an affectionate person with kids.

Gets annoyed when they cry and rolls his eyes.

“You’re getting bullied?” He’ll scoff.

But he’s not THAT heartless, he shows love in his own way.

Teaches kids self defence at his gym with Benkei if they’re getting picked on.

You know that thing foreign parents do when they don’t apologize but bring a plate of sliced fruit? That’s Wakasa 😭

Does the same shit as Takeomi n tries to get them to buy cigarettes (birds of the same feather flock together LMFAOOOOO)

shinichiro sano:

Definition of lame and tries too hard.

And you feel had because you know to his core Shinichiro is a family man, he’s had to take care of his family since he was a teenager.

Tries to bring them to ball games and sometimes offers to pick them up from school but they’ll walk away and pretend they don’t know him.

Literally borrows books from the library about children and families when all else fails.

“What you watchin’ buddy?-”

“Shut up.”

Shinichiro is not a punk so he drops it but the last thing he wants is to make an enemy out of your kids.

Anyways, that all changes when one day, your son hears about “The legendary leader of the 1st Gen Black Dragons” at school.

And he’ll approach Shinichiro whose busy fixing up something in the garage, and asks him if it’s true.

Ends up hyping himself up when we all know Shin was getting his ass handed to him every time he got into a fight.

“You get my kid involved in that gang crap and I’m throwing your shit on the lawn.”

“Honey…no! I would never…I left that life behind a long time ago!” He says while he’s sweating bullets and rubbing the back of his head.

keizo arashi (benkei):

You met him at a grocery store, he saw you struggling to reach something on the top shelf and things just took off from there after you exchanged numbers.

When your daughter first met him, his appearance struck the fear of god in her and she was hiding behind you.

And that just shattered Benkei’s heart, he was sat on the edge of your bed, clutching his head as you soothingly rubbed his back.

He knew he was an intimidating figure due to his appearance, but to his core the man is a girl dad damn it!

Regardless, little by little he manages to win over your little girl and soon enough, his big ass is sat at the tea table with a pink feather boa and tiara pretending to eat the imaginary cupcakes with her.

Posted up at the Bring Your Dad To School day and your daughter couldn’t be more prouder.

Is the best stepdad idc 😭

author’s note: ty for reading!! this was just something small since it’s been a while since i’ve written something hehe also ngl i struggled with wakasa bro is a playa from the himalayas 😭😭😩

[eggtartz]

Hey!! May I please request Wakasa, Izana, Mitsuya and Baji protecting the reader from a pervert? Maybe someone taking pictures of the reader at the gym, or trying to take a picture under the reader's skirt, or trying to grope the reader in the subway/bus, etc.

a/n : thankyou for requesting anon 🫶🏻

masterlist

: everyone is a menace, sexual harassment

baji keisuke

- it was recess so baji stayed in class while his other classmates was having lunch normally at the school cafe so he wanted to have a quick learning lesson

- after a while baji saw there was ten more minutes before recess was over but he haven't seen you yet so he walked down the halls to your class

- he heard some whimpering coming from your class and tried to open the door but the door was locked

- he intended to shrugged the whimpering when he couldn't hear any voices anymore until he heard a voice. your voice.

- baji didn't even hesitate to kick down the door and saw two of the seniors cornering you, while you were crying and holding a thin broom stick

- baji lunged himself on the guys, making a mess of the chairs and tables there while you try to calm him down but baji was ruthless with his punches

- it wasn't until ryusei held back baji that he calmed down a little, now looking at the two seniors bloody on the floor

- the teacher came and the two of you got released early (baji due to some injuries)

- "im sorry keisuke, i couldn't reach you"

- "idiot, that's not your fault. im sorry i didn't came there earlier i should've know"

imaushi wakasa

- it was a regular day where you would hang at the gym with benkei and wakasa but wakasa had work today so you were with benkei

- "hey y/n do you mind if i run downstairs to run the coffee machine a bit?"

- "oh no keizo go ahead!" so benkei went downstairs while you continued doing some squats

- you were wearing earbuds to concentrate more on your breathing and the music blasted through your ears too so you weren't aware of your surroundings

- there was this person behind you, they weren't too close but close enough to see you weren't paying attention towards your surroundings so they took out their phone

- after glancing around to make sure the coast is clear, they took photos of your sweating thighs and clicking sounds were heard

- they moved to take pictures of your chest too until their wrist were restrained

- "enjoying your time prick? delete those pictures"

- "wakasa? im sorry it's just-"

- "shut the fuck up and delete those pictures"

- the person hurriedly deleted the lewd photos but wakasa wasn't content in case there were backup files so he took the phone and took out the battery and memory card

- he tossed the empty phone and sent a glare to the person while approaching you

- "oh waka kun?! you're back?"

- "yes honey, how about we take a break and have some tea yeah?"

izana kukorawa

- you were going to one of his meetings to bring him so snacks but he was a bit busy so you waited outside the hideout

- after a while kakucho came to fetch you and escorted you inside the meeting room where you saw izana at the table

- "im sorry i couldn't come and get you love, i was busy" he said, looking up from his paperwork

- "oh it's okay izana, continue your meeting and i'll sort out these snacks at the table how do think about that?"

- "oh the members would like that so much love, thankyou" izana continued his work and soon the meeting started

- you have packed a lot of desserts because izana's members loves sweet stuff so you took some plates from the cupboard and stack the desserts on them

- you took out the plates and placed them on the table, in front of each member

- you were happy with their reactions because each one of them gobbled the dessert quickly and smiled a lot

- that was until one particular member slapped your butt, him laughing afterwards

- "your desserts are so sweet, i wonder does that ass taste the same huh?"

- the room fell silent as your face was clearly horrified but it couldn't match your boyfriend's face

- "say that again?" he said while slowly pushing his chair

- "what? what's wrong?"

- a chair flew at his direction, knocking him out

- "say that again at my partner, punk. i'll murder you" izana said with bloodshot eyes and erratic breathing as if he's controlling his temper

- shion and mucho dragged him outside and did the beatings (kakucho gave them a look to do the work, not trusting izana to do so)

- "love? come here" izana said softly to you

- you approached him and he took off his red jacket and tied it on your waist

- "let's go home" he whispered in your ear, the only person hearing his vulnerable tone was you

takashi mitsuya

- you and mitsuya just fetch his younger siblings from school and now was riding the subway while the two girls were giggling while eating their ice cream

- suddenly the subway got a little packed so you had to stand a bit further from your boyfriend and his siblings to give space to the new people who entered

- mitsuya gestured you to sit at his seat but you refused, luna and mana were sitting in his lap because there were way too many people

- you were standing about three steps away from them when a man came behind you

- the man nearly sniffed your neck at how close he was but distanced away from him

- you didn't mind it because you thought he did it by accident

- "oniichan, the creepy guy is looking at y/n's skirt. isn't that bad?" little luna said, remembering what his brother used to teach her that people seeing under her skirt is bad

- "that's right luna, can you sit here and be good girl while i see y/n?" mitsuya let the two siblings occupied the seat while he walked to you and the man

- "so? what's with the phone?" mitsuya asked the man behind you. he hid it in time that you couldn't see it but mitsuya saw it

- "what phone?"

- "c'mon i saw that. how about you delete those pictures and i'll forgive you"

- "what's got you so riled up who're you her girlfriend?" the man asked

- "yeah im her girlfriend. can you delete those pictures now while im nicely asking?"

- the man ignored mitsuya and mitsuya was enraged but he didn't wanted to lose it because his sister's were there

- he quickly snatched the phone in the man's right pocket and went to the window and guess what he did?

- yup he threw it out the window, out from a moving subway

- "you fucker! my phone!"

- "i asked nicely and you refused so you give me no choice. oh look at that it's our stop. c'mon mana, luna. y/n?" mitsuya hold your hand and dragged you out from the packed subway

- the man stand there shocked while watching the four of you come out from the subway, mana mockingly stick out her tongue at the man

[notiddygxthgf]

Having Waka brainrot rn😍 Ugh just imagine tracing his tattoos and he loves the way you admire him

I’ve written something similar with rindou but im so glad someone finally asked ab my short king waka. thanks for sending this in!

cw: fluff, reader with boobs lol

it’s canon that wakasa is a needy bf. yes. i’m about to take it there. you really allow him to tap into that softer, needier side. when he’s with you, he’s not the white leopard. he’s not just a 5’2 boxer. he’s your man. when he’s with you, that’s all that matters.

sometimes, in fact, wakasa will come home from work missin’ you. missing your hugs, your kisses, your massages. you always know how to work his muscles after a long day. he’ll come into your shared room and shed his shirt without a word, tossing it onto the floor. He’ll collapse on top of you with a tired sigh, and you know better than to ask questions.

that’s what wakasa loves about you. you don’t have to ask him questions — you don’t make him think about his day any longer than he needs to — you just know.

So, without any hesitation, you’ll set aside whatever it was that you were doing before he got home — be it work, homework, an essay, or just browsing through tumblr/pinterest — and give him your full, undivided attention. He loves the way your arms feel as they wrap around him, the familiar shape and scent of you while you tug his hair loose from his ponytail/bun.

”Rough day?” Is all you have to say.

wakasa nods, burrowing his face into your chest, between those two plush mounds he loves so dearly. slightly muffled, his voice sighs, “missed you, baby.”

you pull him a little closer, placing a chaste kiss atop his pretty head. “missed you even more.”

and that? that right there? that’s the reason wakasa looks forward to coming home every day. it’s because he knows his girl will be there waiting for him when he gets back.