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[wakasa-wifey]

So uhm once again congrats my bb <333

I am so happy for you omg 😭😭

I am here to request something for the prompt section ~

Wakasa x fem!reader or gn!reader you choose

With prompt #6 (i mean it’s meant for him and my sweet tooth fufu)

Love you so much and wish you the best 🥰

Sweeter Than Sugar!

Prompt #6 “No lollipops for you. You eat too many and leave the sticks lying around the house.” - Wakasa Imaushi

Kodou Rengou! bf! Wakasa Imaushi x afab! gf! reader

cw: smut mdni! food play (?), food insertion into vagina (pls don't do this), (mean) dom! Wakasa, oral (female receiving), Wakasa calling reader Princess, overstimulation, squirting, manhandle.

summary: Wakasa thinks you nagged too much about him eating lollipops so he asked you to hold it for him.

word count: 703 words

AN: God forgive me I don't know what I am doing. I fully blame Victoria for asking it to be spicy (ily tho wife :P) My first smut (and it's not even full blown) goodbye I'm gonna hide myself in the corner. Don't come searching for me. Oh and thank you sm to my Kiki pie @p-antomime for being my beta T-T ily.

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Looking at the floor of your boyfriend's apartment, you could only shake your head seeing the litters of lollipop wrappers and sticks all over the floor. Sighing to yourself, you went to the kitchen and took out the plastic and started to pick up the trash on the floor. "Morning angel." arms wrapping themselves behind you, you could recognise the morning voice of your boyfriend, Wakasa Imaushi. "Morning 'Kasa." you hummed. Turning you over, you covered Wakasa's mouth before he could kiss you, causing him to whine at your action. 

"Nuh uh, go brush your teeth first and take a shower, you smell." you told him jokingly, getting a frown out of him and a tighter grip as he tried to get closer to you. "Waka noooooo" your turn to whine as you struggled to get out from his grip and pout up at him, a little scream escaped you after he managed to land a little kiss on your pouting lips. A chuckle and a smirk decorated your boyfriend's face celebrating his victory against you. 

"Princess, I already took a shower before you came." Wakasa's deep chuckle rang when he caged you against him tighter while trying to reach a jar of lollipops inside the cabinet behind you. Frowning, you tried to take the lollipop away only for Wakasa to move away from you."Nooo it's mine." the president of Kodou Rengou childishly whined and did a small run from you whenever you tried to take away the lollipop from his mouth. "Wakasa no." you sighed at the albino haired man. “No lollipops for you. You eat too many and leave the sticks lying around the house.”you scolded him while still trying to reach his height to take away the lollipop when you suddenly slipped. 

Luckily for you, your boyfriend managed to catch you before you ends up on the floor. "Thank you Waka." you thanked him before squiggling out of his hold. "Princess stop." confused, you looked up at him, only to see a full blown pupil with 'something' poking on your stomach." Uhh Waka-" you were cut off by Wakasa,"You know what, maybe I want something sweeter than the candy."

And that's how you found yourself in this situation.

"Shit Princess, you're drenched." Wakasa who's been edging you with kitten licks sniggered against your folds. Going up to your face, Wakasa smiled as an idea lights up in his head. Taking out the lollipop that he kept at the side of his mouth, Wakasa looked at it before smirking." Heads up Princess." was the only warning you got before you felt a small pressure under as he pushed the lollipop into your hole. "Wa- Wakasa." you moaned when Wakasa started to move the lollipop in and out of you. 

Popping out the lolly from your hole, you whined because of the empty feeling inside you. Smirking, Wakasa licked the lollipop, making eye contact with you. "Taste sweet. Sweeter when it has your essence on it." Wakasa said while finishing the candy stick. 

"Don't worry Princess, I don't forget you." discarding the candy at his side, he now paid full attention to you and you only. 

"Wakasa, gonna cum, 'm gonna cum!" your small scream accompanied with a blinding white flash as you cums, your body shaking uncontrollably. "Well, well will you look at that, don't know you can squirt Princess." Wakasa snickered against your crotch, lapping at it, getting you into overstimulation.

"Waka, no." 

"Waka yes." ignoring your protests, Wakasa only added three of his fingers, massaging your walls and hitting your G-Spot directly while biting and licking your clit. At the feel of your walls constricting his movements, he smiled "Gonna cum again Princess?" he snickered. 

"Ye-yes. Please, please let me cum. Wakasa let me cum please." 

"Shh shh, come for me Princess. Cum now." Once Wakasa's fingers makes a 'come hither' motion, you're once again pushed into another orgasm. 

"Waka. Waka, too much- 's too much." you babbled, trying to push Wakasa away but was proven unsuccessful as Wakasa's grip only got tighter. "Come on Princess, one more. I know you can give me one more." at that, you know it's going to be a long night. 

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[nahoyas-nymph]

BROKEN WHISKEY GLASS

Summary: The only thing Sanzu loved more than drinking or doing drugs was drinking and doing drugs. Well, he claimed to love you more, but that's up for debate.

Content Warning: Dark Content - Domestic Violence - Blood & Injuries - Fighting/Arguing - Playing The Victim - Drug Use - Drinking - Overdose - Needles - Manipulation - Gaslighting - Abusive/Toxic Relationship - Mentions Of Death

Pairing: Sanzu x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

BROKEN WHISKEY GLASS

SUNDAY, 7:48 AM 

It was dead silent as you paced around the house. You didn’t realise this was because you’d been tiptoeing, nor did you know how long you’d felt the need to walk on eggshells in your own home. But as hard as you tried to be quiet, it wasn’t enough; it was never enough. 

The gentle bang of the bathroom door closing was all it took to disturb Sanzu’s sleep. Stretching out the muscle aches from his precarious sleeping position on the couch, he decided a bed would’ve been a much more ideal place to rest, and started making his way back to the room. 

You froze as he walked straight towards you, but - by some miracle - he kept walking, not yet seeing any reason to stray from his original goal of getting to bed. Actually, he didn’t see you at all, since he was still preoccupied rubbing the sleep out of his bloodshot eyes. You let out a sigh of relief which, for some reason, left you feeling a bit light headed. Had you been holding your breath that whole time?

Unfortunately, holding your breath a little longer might have done you some good, because that sigh of relief was what brought your presence to Sanzu’s attention. And, just a few steps shy from the comfort of the bed he’d been so focused on, Sanzu paused his venture, and shifted his priorities in favour of you.

“G’morning, sweetcheeks. Didn’t see ya there,” 

It was clear by his composure and flirty smile that he wasn’t at all thinking about the events of last night. Which is why it felt so genuine when you watched the colour drain from his face once he managed to get a clear look at you.

“Holy fuck, what happened?”

There was an air of urgency in the way he rushed over to you so he could examine your face closer. His hand was shaking, and there was the slightest hesitation as he tried to brush his thumb against your swollen cheek. But there was no hesitation in how quickly you pulled away, maybe too quickly. Sanzu should’ve at least tried to connect the dots, but he didn’t think too hard about your reaction. He was more concerned with how this happened in the first place.

“Talk to me, darling, what happened?”

But his pleas for an explanation were still being met only with more silence. He paused for a moment to think about his next question.

“Did… Did someone do this to you?”

You nodded your head feebly in response, redirecting your gaze to the floor, nervously awaiting his next question.

For a moment, rage was the only thing Sanzu felt. He was seeing red as dark as the dried blood dripping from the side of your forehead. He would’ve killed whoever did this to you. But, considering the nature of his job, he’d no doubt killed people for less. Whoever did this to you deserved a fate far worse than death.

“Who did this to you?”

His words formed a question but it sounded more like a demand. Even so, you still didn’t want to give him the answer. You tried to think of a way out of this, to tell him what he wanted to hear. But Sanzu wasn’t a patient man, and he could tell you were stalling.

“I’m not playing around, sweetcheeks. I need you to tell me who did this to you, now.”

You responded not because you wanted to but out of fear for what would happen if you didn’t. And without time to come up with a plausible lie, your only option was to tell him the truth.

“You.”

You whispered in hopes he wouldn’t hear you. But he did. You watched as salty water droplets started to trickle onto the ground at your feet. This came as somewhat of a surprise. You had cried so much last night you didn’t think you had anything left in you. But the suspense of awaiting Sanzu’s reaction was nerve racking enough to get the waterworks flowing again.

This time it was Sanzu’s turn to be silent. You’d figured by the sincerity in the way he asked his question that he had no memory of last night. But, unbeknownst to you, that one, three letter word had sparked a chain reaction in Sanzu’s subconscious. And, in a matter of seconds, all the memories of last night’s events came flooding back to him.

SATURDAY, 11:28 PM 

You see, the only thing Sanzu loved more than drinking or doing drugs was drinking and doing drugs. Well, he claimed to love you more but that was up for debate. Especially when you’d scream at him with tears staining your face night after night. He couldn’t hear you. Partly because he didn’t care enough to listen. Mostly because his ears were ringing and everything sounded muffled. 

This feeling was familiar to him. It was one of the first signs that he’d overdosed again. The second was the unbearable dryness of his throat. His breathing became heavier. A shaky hand reached out in front of him in search of something to quench his thirst. His vision was fading but he assumed the frantic blur of movement and muffled cries he could faintly make out were you.

Sanzu’s patience for your theatrics was growing thin. Doing his best to ignore you in favour of his splitting headache, his fingers soon wrapped around the nearest glass which he brought to his lips without a second thought. Much like his vision and hearing, his sense of smell and taste were both out of whack. Which is why he didn’t realise what he was drinking until he felt the tell-tale burning sensation as it trickled down his throat.

It was at this point when Sanzu accepted his fate. He’d resigned himself to the fact that drugs were eventually gonna kill him a long time ago - and he was okay with that. If this was his time to go, at least he was going out doing what he loved; getting cross-faded. He let his head tilt back as he sank into the couch cushions. A lazy smile adorned his face and he shut his eyes in bliss, in an attempt to savour the soothing buzz pulsing through his veins. He knew he was dying, but at least it felt good. The only thing left to do was to wait for his vital organs to shut down.

That’s when something pinched him. He was so numb he thought it was a mosquito, which led him to lazily slap the unidentified disturbance away. But, judging by the way the mosquito let out a pained yelp, it wasn’t a mosquito. And judging by the needle sticking out of his thigh, he figured the ‘mosquito’ was actually you.

He tried to stay calm, he really did, but that really fucking pissed him off. His fist went white from how hard he was gripping the now empty whiskey glass still in his hand. With his other hand, he removed the needle from his thigh so he could confirm you didn’t just give him what he thought you just gave him. 

Granted, it took him a few tries since he depth perception was fucked. And once he did manage to acquire the needle, the tremor of his hands combined with his blurred vision made it impossible to actually read the label. But he didn’t have to. He recognised that bright orange sticker instantly. You’d injected him with naloxone.

He groaned at the realisation that he now only had a few minutes left to enjoy his high because you had to go and ruin it. Initially, he was shivering from the coolness of the warm air which the heater you’d turned on was blowing at him, but now he was just shaking with rage. 

Pure, unbridled, rage. He didn’t know why he was so angry. And he didn’t know exactly what he said when he screamed at you. And at the time, he didn’t feel the glass fly out of his hands. Or hear it shatter. Or see exactly how deep it had cut you.

But judging by the way you were looking at him right now. He knew that was precisely what had happened.

SUNDAY, 7:49 AM 

It only took a moment for Sanzu to relive last night's events. Needless to say he was still confused. That can’t have been what happened, right? It must’ve been a dream. He scoured his surroundings in search of a sign. Something to prove his innocence. But instead, his eyes landed on the most incriminating piece of evidence possible. Because, left shattered by the couch, was a broken whiskey glass.

“Oh.”

After all the screaming, crying, and pain the last eight hours had brought, the indifferent hum of acknowledgement Sanzu provided in response to being faced with the outcome of his actions was pathetic at best.

“What do you mean, ‘oh’?”

It was the first time you managed to look him in the eyes since he hurt you. Sure the injuries you sustained from your boyfriend’s little ‘episode’ hurt, but what hurt more was his inability to care.

“Well I guess it’s okay then, ‘thought I’d have to teach some poor guy a lesson for crossing me.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. After being ‘accidentally’ assaulted by the same man who was supposed to protect you, somehow he still saw nothing wrong with what he did. As if the sentiment behind the theoretical act of defiance towards him was more important than the fact that you had actually been violated. Because, God forbid someone dare to disrespect Sanzu by hurting his significant other. Unless Sanzu himself is the one doing the hurting. Because then his pride is no longer on the line, thus making it okay.

“We’re done.”

Your tone was serious, yet devoid of any real emotion. Because, much like Sanzu, you didn’t have it in you to care anymore.

“Huh?”

It honestly blew your mind that Sanzu had the audacity to act surprised. 

“We. Are. Done.”

You emphasised every word, hoping this time it would actually click.

“Stop it. That’s not fair.”

Sanzu’s once calm voice became stern.

“How the fuck is that not fair!?”

Similarly, yours started to grow angry.

“You can’t blame me for shit that happened when I wasn't sober. Wasn’t my fault. I don’t even fucking remember it. For fucks sake, what you want from me!?”

And that’s when you snapped. Sanzu’s words hit hard, shattering the tough facade you wore. First there was silence. Followed by the sound of whimpering, which soon turned to gentle sobs.

Sanzu watched as you cried. Seeing you like this made it impossible for him to stay angry. He almost forgot how cute you looked when you cried. Realising you weren’t gonna stop crying any time soon, he slowly inched closer to you until your head was resting on his chest, allowing him to hold you tight. You looked so helpless like this. Maybe he could find it in his heart to forgive you. As long as you stopped getting mad at him for stupid shit like this.

Gently rubbing circles on your back, Sanzu tried to find the right words to get you to stop crying all over his shirt.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry, sweetcheeks. It’ll never happen again, okay?”

Sanzu was good at that - telling you exactly what you wanted to hear. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes which threatened to fall. You felt pathetic for giving in so easily, but at the same time, you really needed this hug. Still sniffling, you held out your right pinky finger.

“Promise?”

He gave you a weak smile, using his thumb to wipe away your tears before linking his pinky with yours.

“Promise.”

A/N:

if you’re gonna do opiates, pls do ‘em responsibly. always carry naloxone, it could literally save a life :)

yeah, i don’t have much else to say this time, lol

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2022/05/10

Warnings: None  Pairing: Draken x Mikey  Word Count: 500

The bells that chimed any time a customer entered the store ignited a tinge of annoyance in Draken’s tone.

“Read the sign buddy, we closed thirty minutes ago.”

Draken didn’t look up from the motorbike he was fiddling with, but he did gesture towards the ‘closed’ sign hanging off the door to emphasise his point. Although the man who’d entered the shop didn’t even try to take the hint, rather, he took his time to peruse the photos Draken had displayed on the walls.

The dark circles under Draken’s eyes were a testament to how badly he wanted to go home for the day. So, upon realising the man had no intention of leaving, he approached him from behind with an irritated expression on his face. Draken grabbed the man’s shoulder with the intention of throwing him out of his store, but his anger dissipated in an instant once the man turned to look Draken in the eyes. And Draken was met with a set of eyes that were somehow infinitely more tired than his own.

“It’s been a while, Ken-chin.”

The tired man feigned a smile. 

“Mikey?”

The name was the only sound that could be heard echoing through an otherwise empty room for a long time. Long enough to make Mikey wonder whether coming back was a mistake.

“If you don’t want to see me, I’ll go.”

Mikey added bluntly, despite feeling somewhat sheepish. Turning back around, he continued reminiscing over the framed Toman picture on the wall. 

Blinking himself back to reality, Draken smiled to himself when he realised what was happening

“No, no. I’m just surprised it took you so long to visit. I almost thought you were dead.”

Mikey almost laughed at the irony.

“Would’ve stopped by sooner but I figured you wouldn’t want me around anymore.”

Draken chuckled to himself, shaking his head at the floor before letting his eyes fall on the same picture Mikey had been analysing. The photo itself had been taken soon after Toman was founded; before it all went to shit, as Draken liked to say.

“Now what made you think that?” He asked, though his question was rhetorical. “Y’know, the day this picture was taken, was the same day I promised we’d take over Tokyo together. We were gonna create-”

“-a new age for delinquents. I remember.” 

Mikey found it impossible to stop himself from smiling at the reminder of his childhood dream.

“I still need to fulfil that promise, Mikey.”

The light behind Mikey’s newfound smile soon faded once he realised what was about to happen. Nevertheless, he turned to his long lost friend and gave him the biggest grin he could muster.

“Thank you, Ken-chin. But you can’t.”

“What do you mean I can’t? What’s stopping me?”

The universe answered Draken’s question before Mikey could. And the answer came in the form of bells. But the this time, they were alarm bells. Mikey peered through tired eyes at the alarm clock beside his bed. He frowned at the date it displayed: May 10th 2022.

“You would’ve turned 32 today, Ken-chin.”

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