#wakasa angst

[notiddygxthgf]

10. don't look back

★ pairings: plug!wakasa imaushi x f!reader

★ synopsis: the one where you have the hots for your dealer, and Wakasa is always eager to please a customer. (don't let your bf stop you from finding ur hubby)

★ content warning: smut, angst, lotta porn w a lotta plot, car sex, dealer wakasa, cheating, oral sex, sneaky link, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, sex while high, consensual drug use, mentions of abuse, unprotected sex, so much more...

★ a/n: so so so sorry for leaving yall on a cliffhanger like that ughhh!! momma loves u all. anyway not much to say about this one, so enjoy! hope yall brought tissues <3

★ w.c.; 7.1k

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CONFUSION DISTORTED YOUR FACE. Your heart skipped another beat, and then another. The warmth of the room seemed to dissipate, leaving a chilling silence in its wake.  The symphony of anticipation within your chest faltered, eyes widening as they scanned the messages on the screen – your phone.  

Shit, you thought. Shit, Shit, Shit… you had been foolish enough to leave your phone behind in a drunken haze. 

“What? What the hell are you talking about?” You murmured softly, your voice betraying your confusion. 

“You’re full of shit,” he chuckled humorlessly. His eyes met yours and they were dark, emotionless. “Waka? Of all fucking people, too?”

His voice sent shivers up your spine. It didn’t make any sense; you had done everything right… so, why now? Your eyes fell to the cigar in his hand, white at the tip from the ash. You swallowed the lump in your throat and said, “Babe, I don’t even know–”

“Don’t call me that,” He retorted rather bluntly. “Don’t play dumb with me, girl.”

“I’m not playing dumb,” You answered. 

“We both saw those fucking messages,” He spat, taking another hit of his cigar before he tapped it into the ashtray. “Least you could do is tell the truth.”

“It’s out of context,” you hissed, in some feeble attempt at getting him to believe you. “It’s not what it looks like, I–”

“WHAT IS IT, THEN?” Takeomi slammed his fist on the table. You jumped at the sound, face burning a bit with the heat of your embarrassment. You wanted to say something, but it appeared as if all coherent thought had successfully left your body. Your mouth was glued shut.

Takeomi shook his head with a sigh, rising from the loveseat in a manner that had you backing away from him. You knew what he was capable of doing to you. Given that the two of you were alone right now, you prepared for the worst. Takeomi had you cornered.

“Cat got your tongue? Shame,” he tutted. Towering over your trembling body, he pulled a hit from his cigar, blowing the bitter smoke out against your face. His eyes were dull, glazed with liquor and anger. Still, you knew it meant nothing good. “Bet you were real loud for him, weren’t ‘ya?”

You froze, paralyzed, like prey being hunted by a predator. Your heart hammered against your ribcage like it wanted to break free. “Takeomi, I…” you swallowed, reaching toward him with a trembling hand. “I know this seems cliche, but I promise, I can explain–”

In the blink of an eye, Takeomi had braced a hand on your chest, shoving you backward into the coffee table. The force of the push sent you flying into it, glass tabletop shattering as ceramic vases tumbled onto the floor. You gasped, clutching your back.

Takeomi flicked his cigar onto the carpet, stomping it out with his shoe. “Listen,” he began, “I’m only g’nna ask you one time, babe. You’ll answer honestly if you know what’s good for you.” 

The leather of his shoes crackled as he squatted down to your level. The world was beginning to spin, but the image of his stoic expression glaring down at you was one you would remember forever. He reeked of booze and nicotine, brows drawn low over his stormy grey eyes, black hair falling into his red-tinted face. “Did you cheat on me with my fucking coworker?”

You raised your head in an effort to look at him. Eyes rolling back, you stared up at the ceiling instead. Your mouth felt very dry all of a sudden.

“Say it,” He spat, voice cracking slightly beneath the pressure of his emotions. He was closer to you now than before, face hovering only a foot or two above yours. His eyes were a boiling cesspool of anger and hate. “He’s already on his way here. One of you’s gonna ‘fess up.”

Wakasa was coming. The thought of him being there brought a sense of relief over you, one that was quickly replaced by the realization that he would be walking right into a trap.

He’s already on his way here.

“Take…” you muttered weakly. A groan left your lips the moment you attempted to look him in the eyes. “Please.”

“Tch,” he sucked his teeth. Rather than helping you up or apologizing for shoving you, he dusted his hands off onto his briefs, standing up and then turning away from you. The light caught the arch of his nose as he turned toward the knock that sounded at the front door. 

“Just in time,” he remarked. You tried to crawl to your feet, keep him away from that door, but you felt too weak to move. Takeomi stepped right over you, anyway. It didn’t take him long to open it.

“ Sorry I’m late.” 

If you had ears like a dog, they would have perked up at the sound of his voice, his song. That low, casual croon that made your heart warm even though you knew it wasn’t right. Your gaze remained on the ceiling, world blurring a bit around the corners. I must have hit my head pretty hard,you thought, rubbing your temples in vain as if that would help ease the slow throb.

“Come in, please,” Your boyfriend replied, allowing Waka to enter his space with such faux generosity that you felt yourself turn toward the sound of his voice in an effort to watch the interaction.

Wakasa was upside down from where you were laying, clad in a black leather jacket and some blue jeans. He scanned the interior of his coworker’s apartment, lavender hues flitting over the living room. He paled visibly when he saw you laying there.

Takeomi shut the door behind the two of them, allowing Waka to process everything that had unfolded before his eyes in such a short period of time. When a minute or so had passed, he clapped a hand over Waka’s shoulder. 

“Waka, you’ve met my girlfriend, right?” Takeomi mused. 

Wakasa’s mask seemed to slip – if only for a brief moment. Still, as always, he managed to play it cool. “Yeah,” he muttered, licking his lips. “Am I interrupting somethin’?”

You gazed back at him, hoping your eyes relayed the message. Run. Run before it’s too late.

“I got a call from her neighbor, says she had a bike parked in front of her house this morning,” Takeomi continued anyway. He stepped around Waka, folding his arms behind his back. “I don’t have a bike.”

Wakasa furrowed his brows, tilting his head. He amazed you, still, with his innate ability to keep that poker face in even the most perilous of situations. “Okay…” he trailed off. The confusion seemed genuine. He had you fooled for a moment. “Where are you going with this?”

The grin on your boyfriend’s face was anything but welcoming. He shook his head and then looked at Waka like he had every intention to kill him. “You fucking my bitch, man?”

You felt your heart plummet. This was it, you thought. Waka was going to fess up to it. This little illusion the two of you had was about to come crashing down. The glass beneath your wounded arm shifted as you tried to get to your feet.

To your surprise, Wakasa didn’t even flinch at his words, instead drawing up a brow and sparing a brief glance your way. He looked at Takeomi as if to say, Really?

You had to admit, the act was convincing.

Poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, Takeomi nodded. “Figured you’d try ‘n lie your way out of this,” he muttered. His words were a bit slurred together, stumbling drunkenly for a moment as he reached into the interior pocket of his coat. The object he produced was shiny and silver, glinting beneath the lamplight as he turned it toward his coworker.

With wide eyes, you gasped, clawing at the floor. 

“You bet’ta fess up, Imaushi, ‘M not fuckin’ playing,” He slurred. The veins in his hand popped, fingers tensed around the grip of his gun.

“Take,” Wakasa sighed, still remarkably calm considering he had a gun aimed at his head. You knew it was all an act, of course, but you had to give credit where it was due. Even if the timing wasn’t necessarily appropriate. “You’re drunk. Put the gun down.”

“How long has this been goin’ on behind – hic – my back?” Takeomi pressed further.

“I’m not fuckin ‘yer girl, man,” Wakasa shook his head. “The hell are you on about?”

Takeomi held a finger up to the shorter man, shoving his hand back into his pocket and rummaging around until he found your phone. He fiddled around with it for a bit and then turned the screen over.

The room went quiet in an instant, tension pending in the air as Wakasa squinted at the tiny screen. You found yourself doing the same. Bracing your hands on the glass-speckled floor, you stumbled to your feet.

“Say hi to the camera, baby.”

With a gasp, you covered your mouth. The tips of your ears turned red. Shit. He found the video.

“Taking it so well…”

“Waka–!”

“We– hic– well?” Takeomi grumbled. If he didn’t have a gun pointed at Wakasa, you probably would have laughed at the way he stumbled forward. “That’s not you?”

Wakasa quirked a brow, leaning in to get a closer look. The corner of his lip twitched as he licked it. His eyes darted between the phone in Takeomi’s hand – the screen where you knew your vulva was spread open on display for a live studio audience – and the gun. 

The sound of your own voice nearly brought you to hysterics. You were mortified.

Finally, he sighed. “I mean, shit, man,” he offered after a lengthy pause. “That’s some pretty solid evidence there, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

Takeomi’s eyes locked with yours in a dance of torment and love mingled with betrayal, hatred clashing with the shattered fragments of trust. The tears that had begun pooling in your eyes earlier streamed down your tender cheeks as you pleaded with him silently. 

He turned the barrel of the gun towards you, and for a moment – a brief, fleeting moment – you saw Wakasa’s mask break, eyes widening as he watched it happen. 

“Six years,” Takeomi reiterated, stepping away from Wakasa and inching closer to you. 

Your efforts to back away from him were ultimately in vain, you realized the moment you felt your back collide with the wall. Takeomi had you cornered – again – as he waved the gun in your direction. 

“Take, please…” You pleaded with him, face stained with tear marks. Your voice trembled beneath the weight of his unspoken threat. “I–”

“SIX FUCKING YEARS,” He shouted, the force of his voice causing you to jump. The anger seemed to be gnawing at him on the inside, anguish and hatred waging war within him, a tempest of conflicting emotions threatening to put an end to this once and for all. He appeared to stand before you on the precipice of a decision, torn between the love that had once bound the two of you and the searing pain of betrayal. His voice broke, “Was it not enough for you?”

You hadn’t realized he had backed you up against the wall until you felt the chill from the metal barrel press against your neck. His other arm kept you pinned in place. 

His eyes were wild, watering a bit as he looked at you for a moment. He cocked his gun, though the quiet click seemed to be amplified tenfold. His hair fell into his face. “I want answers,” he whispered.

“Take, put the fucking gun down!” Wakasa shouted somewhere behind him. He seemed closer than he was before, like he had inched closer to your manic boyfriend, although you weren’t about to crane your neck around to find out.

Takeomi’s bloodshot eyes flickered with a mix of confusion and rage, a fire surging with him that was fueled by the alcohol coursing through his veins.

Then his finger tightened around the trigger.

Wakasa lunged forward, tatted arm appearing in your field of vision as he reached to grab Takeomi’s wrist. 

Your breath caught in your throat as the scene unfolded before you. You held your breath. The seconds seemed to tick away, each one passing slowly as Waka bravely reached for the gun. You held your breath.

With a sudden surge of determination, like your tears had spurred him on, Waka managed to pry the gun from Takeomi’s trembling hand. The weapon clattered as it hit the ground. 

In the deafening silence that followed, Wakasa tucked a blond stray behind his ear, sending the gun sliding away from the scene with a small kick. 

Before the relief had even settled in, Takeomi turned on his heel and lunged at Wakasa with a wild swing. His alcohol-addled coordination betrayed him, however, as he tripped over his own feet – missing by an inch or two as he fell over the backside of the couch.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched him tumble over the edge.

Wakasa’s head turned quickly as he called out to you. “I’m parked outside,” he hissed. “Go, now.”

He pulled a wireless key fob out of his pocket – you could see the silver detailing of the BMW logo glint beneath the dim living room lighting as he tossed it to you. 

“Wait, Waka–” You breathed, voice a hushed whisper. Still, you caught it.

“Get in the fucking car, NOW,” He commanded you. One look into his wide eyes reminded you that he wasn’t asking.

At that moment, your heart seemed to stop beating altogether. The room seemed to shrink around you. Without a second thought, you pushed yourself off of the wall and made a beeline for the door. The adrenaline surged through your veins, pushing you past your limit, pushing you towards freedom while your legs threatened to give.

You could still hear Wakasa’s voice echoing in the back of your mind, urging you to run while you had a chance. The urgency in his tone fueled you further and further, drowning out the chaos behind you. It wasn’t until you reached the door that you paused to glance back over your shoulder.

“You leave now and we’re fucking done,” Takeomi warned you. He had braced himself on his elbows.

Wakasa was stepping over the sideways couch, hair down over his back and covering his face with a hair tie stretched open on his fingers. He scooped a few handfuls of hair up behind his head. His wrists twisted with expert precision as he tied it back. His neck cracked with a quick crane of his head to the right.

Sensing what was about to go down, you turned away, throwing the door open and making your escape. You let the door shut behind you, stepping out into the cool night air. Your chest heaved for a moment.

You pressed your ear against the door, tears streaming down your cheeks as your emotions enveloped you. You felt horrible leaving Waka to fend for himself, but you would have felt worse if you went against his word.

So, pulling your clothes tight against your trembling body, you ducked and entered the street. The midnight sky blanketed Waka’s black Mercedes. It looked like it had recently been polished. 

You unlocked the door and plopped into the passenger seat. The moment you shut the door, the tears came pouring out. Your hand continued to grip the handle of the door with white-knuckled intensity. The air inside of the car felt all but suffocating, as if the weight of your actions hung from each and every molecule around you. Panic gripped you, tightening its hold with each rapid beat of your frightened heart.

Teary eyes blurred your vision. Your lover’s words echoed – again, for the millionth time – in your mind. 

“Get in the fucking car, NOW.”

He’d sounded so angered, so tired of you. How had everything unraveled so quickly?

The sound of your own uneven breathing was the only thing keeping you company in the car, ragged breaths fogging up the window to your right. Tossing the key fob into the cupholder, you turned towards that foggy window, pressing your hot cheek against its cold surface. The chill was refreshing, even if a part of you felt bad for leaving prints on Waka’s freshly cleaned windows.

You didn’t care. Your mind was alight with possibilities – with fear and uncertainty. Where would you go? What would happen to you now that the cat was out of the bag? 

Clutching at your throat, you ached for air, desperate for a moment of clarity. But the walls of Waka’s Benz seemed to close in on you. Images of the fight flashed through your mind. The reality of your actions crashed upon the desolate shores of your rotten mind like a tidal wave, overwhelming your senses and drowning you in a sea of guilt. You couldn’t escape the consequences of your betrayal, the pain that had been etched on Takeomi’s face forever imprinted in your mind.

You felt terrible.

A sob wrenched itself from the depths of your soul. Then another. 

The world was hazy, disorienting, as if reality had been warped by the weight of your guilt. For a few minutes, you sat there, mind spinning a mile a minute. You wrapped your arms around yourself, seeking temporary solace in the touch of your own skin. 

When the driver’s side door suddenly popped open, you jumped in your seat. You made quick work of your salty tears, wiping them away from your face while you tried to make yourself look somewhat presentable.

Waka dropped into the driver's seat with an exasperated sigh. Though your eyes trained themselves on the dashboard, you could see him reach for the steering wheel out of the corner of your eye. He looked a little messy. His clothes were disheveled, his hair was in a similar state. His knuckles were dusted with a faint red hue.

After a brief pause that seemed to span for an eternity, he offered, “Buckle in.”

You did exactly that.

The car revved to life. The buttons on the dash lit up in unison. Waka gripped the steering wheel, throwing his other arm over the back of your seat and glancing behind him before turning back to the road. He pulled out of the parking spot without another word.

And then he took off.

★

The ride to your house was as silent as it was tense. It wasn’t very long, seeing as you only lived ten minutes away. That ten was more like five today, though you weren’t sure if it was because a part of you wanted to stay in this car with Waka just a little while longer or because Waka had been doing double the speed limit the whole way over.

The car rolled to a stop in front of your place, and that dreadful, gnawing feeling in your gut had returned, bringing the tension in the car back with it. You folded your hands neatly in your lap, awaiting Waka’s next words.

You were expecting him to shout at you, to lash out at you like an angry father. Like your father, like your boyfriend (ex boyfriend?).

You hadn’t been expecting him to turn the car off, and you most certainly hadn’t expected him to cast a sorrowful glance your way, brows drawn low over his pretty eyes. 

“Sorry I yelled at ‘ya,” he sighed.  What surprised you even more was the way he reached out to graze a gentle hand over your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. He added, “Take’s fuckin’ crazy. I didn’t want him hurtin’ you.”

It was becoming a bit of a chore to continue breathing normally when he was so close to you. You needed to leave now before you dug yourself a deeper hole, you decided, reaching for the door.

Waka beat you to it. In the blink of an eye, he’d reached over your lap and pulled the door shut. He kept you pinned to the seat with his arm. 

“Fuck you,” you seethed. You were frustrated, you were confused – before you knew it, you began to cry. 

“I just wanna talk,” He reaffirmed. His words did nothing to calm your nerves.

Your hands trembled as you struggled to find the words to convey how you felt. The car seemed a lot smaller than it had been only moments prior. You took a deep breath, voice quivering beneath the weight of her accusation.

“You ruined everything,” You sobbed, voice barely a notch above a whisper, eyes now locked with Waka’s in a heated standoff. The pain etched on your features made your jaw tighten.

None of this would have happened if you'd never met him. 

Waka’s expression was unreadable, a tick in his jaw was the only indicator that your words had hit the mark. “Yeah, it’s all my fault, ‘course it is,” he retorted, voice tinged with an uncharacteristically bitter tone. “Not like you willingly invited me into your room or anythin’.”

Your eyes narrowed, gaze challenging his stance even though you knew he was right. “You gave me your number first… you knew I had a boyfriend, you dick.”

Waka’s expression changed slightly, allowing you a glimpse into what you imagined was a pretty deep pool of anger. “You texted me, doll.”

He was right. Again. The realization made you break a bit inside.

Your voice quivered with unspoken emotion as you let the tears fall freely. “You’re such an ass, you know that? Why’d you have to come around and fuck me over?”

“Oh, don’t even,” he snapped back. “I risked it all for you. I did everything I could, and ‘yer gonna sit here and blame me?”

The silence that followed was heavy, settling between the both of you like a brick wall as the both of you exchanged angry gazes. The tension in the car built up.

“I never wanted it to come to this,” You spoke louder this time, heartbroken and vulnerable. “You took everything from me.”

“Don’t pretend this wasn’t a mutual decision,” He shook his head at you, chuckling humorlessly. “You are every bit as guilty ‘s I am and you know it.”

You froze. He continued.

“Deep down you know you wanted me to keep coming ‘round,” he added rather cockily. He cocked his head to the right, beckoning you to try and prove him wrong. “You loved it, didn’t ‘ya?”

Another brief pause had passed, and your anger had reached its boiling point. Without thinking, you raised your hand, bringing it towards the side of his face like you wanted to hit him. But Waka – quick on his feet, as always – reflexively caught your hand mid-swing, preventing the slap from landing.

Time seemed to freeze altogether.

Your eyes widened, hand suspended in the air a mere inch or two away from Waka’s face. His grip on your hand was firm, strong, a harsh reminder of a fact you had apparently forgotten; You didn’t stand a chance against him.

The two of you fell into an uneasy silence as you locked eyes, the intensity of the moment palpable.

Waka’s voice was steady, his grip unyielding. He looked – for a moment – as if he wanted to say something to you, remind you of who you were talking to. Before long, however, his anger softened, as did his gaze.

“I’m not sorry for what I did,” he mused. His eyes never flitted away from yours, even for a moment, even as he pulled you closer to him. “Even if I could go back ‘n change the past, I would still pick you. Every time.”

His breath was soft, mint-scented, and fresh. You felt your resolve crack. You wanted to scream at him, to throw your arms around his neck and kiss him until your lungs gave out. You hated the way he made you feel.

The car was filled with a heavy silence as your tears streamed down your reddened cheeks. Your heart squeezing painfully, you reached out, hand weakly forming a fist, and feebly punched Wakasa’s chest.

“I hate you,” You whispered, knowing you didn’t mean a word of it.

Waka’s eyes filled with sorrow as he caught your fist, gently holding it against his chest. You could feel his heart beating in synchrony with yours. A moment passed, agonizingly slow, and he pulled you into a tight embrace, a bittersweet collision of love and resentment.

Then, to your surprise, he did the unthinkable.

“Let’s stop seeing each other,” his honey-sweet croon pierced through the silence, his tone resolute.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. Shoving yourself away from him, you shot him an incredulous look. The road ahead seemed to blur as you tried to wrap your head around his proposition. 

“What…?” You had asked in vain. 

The confined space of the car seemed to amplify the tension. The world outside seemed to stop spinning for a moment. This was the same car where he’d first swept you off your feet so many nights ago. Now, like some sort of cruel joke, the image before you paralleled the memory. His unexpected words hung heavy in the air.

He wasn’t looking at you anymore. In fact, he looked a little down about it, like he was having doubts of his own about the decision. 

“I never should’da gotten you involved in all of this mess… I can fend for myself with him but… I know you can’t,” He said remorsefully. He seemed… genuine. When his eyes met yours, it was as if you had fallen for him a second time. “It’s too dangerous. We need to stop seein’ each other.”

In the span of a minute, Wakasa had managed to tear your heart right out of your chest.

“No…” You did a complete 180. You were so weak for him that you hated it. But, shit, how you loved the feeling. “I can’t lose you too, Waka, I…”

“I’m not asking,” He deadpanned. You felt your heart plummet.

“You’ve gone cold on me,” You whimpered. You didn’t care if you sounded desperate. You knew your blood burned for him. “Waka, that’s not fair… please.”

“I need to protect you,” Waka’s eyes were filled with bittersweet longing – like this was breaking him, like he wanted to reach out and caress you but he knew he couldn’t… just as much as you did. “I have to do this. ‘S for your own good.”

Your mind raced to make sense of the cryptic words that had spilled from his pretty lips. “‘Kasa,” you breathed.

When he spoke again, his mask cracked a little more. “You know as much ‘s I do that he’s gonna go on a manhunt. I dun’no what I’d do if somethin’ happened to you ‘cause of me, doll, I…” His voice trembled a bit. He took a moment to regain his composure. “Me leaving would be the best thing for you. For both of us.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. God, this hurt. You knew it would come eventually, but, shit, you hadn’t expected it to hurt so bad. Your voice cracked, “You’re ending things to protect me? Without giving me a choice? What happened to “if Takeomi weren’t in the picture” ?”

Wakasa squeezed his eyes shut. His hands tightened into fists. “We’re done. We can’t do this again.”

“I’m telling you we can’t see each other again. Okay?”

For a moment, Wakasa looked like he wanted to say something, like he wanted to make you stay. Worst of all, you kind of wanted him to.

Eventually, he answered, “You can pretend it never happened, but I’ll know. You’ll know.”

Your heart squeezed painfully at the memory. It’s funny how history repeats itself.

“I can’t lose what we have,” You shook your head. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me, I… I don’t know what I’d do without you. We can make this work, I know we can.”

You continued after a lengthy inhale. “I can’t let this go over fear… no, not unless I know you’re doing it because you don’t want this.”

Deep down, you knew you were fighting a losing battle. Your heart ached for him. You couldn’t let this go. Not after you had given up so much just to be with him, no, not yet. Just a moment longer.

You reached out for him, hand hesitantly searching for his, seeking solace in the midst of the turmoil even though you knew you had already lost. 

You needed him. You realized that the moment the thought of a life without him had even crossed your mind. You knew it from the moment the two of you had sworn off intimacy in that shower together. No, you knew it from the first moment your eyes had met his. Wakasa had wedged his way deep into the tissue of your rotten heart.

You were in love with him.

“We can leave it behind. Start fresh,” You pleaded with him, gripping his cold hand. “Don’t you want that?”

He stayed quiet. He wanted it as much as you did, you knew that. He ached for you too. But when you squeezed his hand and it remained limp in your palm – without so much as a squeeze back – you knew it was too late. Like the life drained from the veins of a corpse, Waka had gone cold. 

Lowering your head toward his hand, you sobbed. You had never stopped crying, not since he had proposed that the two of you stop seeing each other. Yet, now, it seemed that the tears were streaming down your face rapidly. Like the torrent waters of a river cutting through earth and soil, they poured down.

“I love you, Wakasa, I can’t… I…” You trailed off, at a loss for words at the absence of his own. Who knew this would hurt so badly? “You love me too, don’t you? Tell me that you love me too.”

The car fell silent, once again bringing back the memory of you sitting here in this same spot calling things off with him only a while ago. The weight of your desires hung in the air. 

Wakasa’s eyes were full of regret. He shook his head, taking his hand out of your grasp, “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

You felt your heart shatter.  You recoiled as if you had been struck by some invisible, unforeseen force. Then, you let Waka’s hand slip from your touch. 

Slowly, to your surprise, he pulled you into another hug, wrapping his arms around your trembling form. Your heart thumped wildly against your chest, torn between the comfort of his touch and the impending heartbreak that lingered in the air. He was confusing you.

He muttered. With a gentle squeeze, he held you closer, “‘M sorry. This life ain’t for you, doll.”

Your body stiffened against his, still struggling to process everything that had been dumped on you in the span of two hours. You clung to him like it would be the last embrace the two of you ever shared – no,  because it would be the last embrace the two of you ever shared. 

“No, please, don’t do this to me,” You pleaded brokenly. “I need you, ‘Kasa.”

“You know I have to do this,” He held you like he shared the sentiment, like he, too, wanted to make the most of what could very well be the last time the two of you saw each other like this. “No happy endings, remember?”

After this, he would be nothing but a stranger. The thought made you want to hurl.

You had never felt so alone before.

Was this love?

Your whole body shook with the force of your sobs. Waka gently brushed your tears away. His voice, dripping with tenderness and sorrow, seeped into your soul. “This is goodbye, okay?”

No, you thought. I won’t accept this.

You pulled away from him. “You’re a fucking coward,” you whispered between sobs. “I hate you.”

Waka's eyes met yours, his gaze soft and understanding, yet it only fueled the flames of your anger. How could he claim to comprehend the depths of your pain, the intricacies of your shattered heart? His tenderness felt like a cruel mockery at that moment, intensifying your resentment towards him.

“I know,” He nodded, as if accepting your accusation, though his expression revealed a profound sadness. It was as if he had heard those words before, and carried the weight of similar accusations. But his quiet acceptance only stoked the fire of your fury, fueling the bitterness that threatened to consume you.

Yet, despite your anger, there was a part of you that couldn't help but notice the sincerity in his gaze, the flicker of pain that danced in his eyes. It was a contradiction that confused and infuriated you even further. How could he evoke such conflicting emotions within you? How could he still have the power to touch your heart, even in the midst of your rage?

Feeling a surge of defiance amidst the sea of anguish, you pulled away from him, the anger within you bubbling to the surface. With a sudden burst of energy, fueled by your fractured heart, you swung open the car door and stumbled out onto the pavement. 

"I wish I never fucking met you," you seethed, the words torn from the depths of your wounded soul. You wish you meant it.

Then you slammed the door shut.

The words hung in the air, charged with the intensity of your pain. Each syllable reverberated through the silence, cutting through the stillness of the night. And as the echoes faded into the darkness, you turned on your heel and stormed off, leaving Waka behind

With each step you took, the anger within you burned brighter, fueling your determination to distance yourself from the source of your heartache. 

A call of your name shook you out of your angered reverie. You knew you shouldn’t stop, that you should have kept marching right on. Yet, you couldn’t help but turn to look back at him one more time.

He made you feel so weak.

He had rolled the window down. In his hand, he had your pink slipper. It was then that you realized you were missing a shoe. 

“You left this,” He noted, waving it toward you.

You refused to give him that satisfaction. Shaking your head at him through teary eyes, you spat, “Keep it, asshole.”

You turned your back on him again – for the last time – and stormed off. Every stride carried you further away from the wreckage of a love that had once blossomed but now lay in ruins. The words you had spoken, filled with bitterness and regret, echoed in your mind, a desperate attempt to sever the ties that still bound you to Wakasa

Yet, deep down, beneath the layers of anger and pain, a part of you yearned for the impossible—to undo the meeting that had led to this heartache. It was a futile wish, born out of the shattered remnants of a love that had once promised happiness.

Don’t look back, you thought.

And you didn’t. Not even as you fumbled for the keys in your pocket and unlocked the door to your house. Not even when you slammed the door shut behind you. Not even when you collapsed against the door, letting a gut-wrenching sob out the moment you found yourself in the safety of your own home.

And even when you sank to the floor in tears, fighting the urge to throw that door open again and run into his arms, you found yourself repeating the phrase like a mantra.

Don’t look back.

heyyyyy 😓😓 how yall doin.... no but fr how are we feeling after this one? could this be the end of waka??? (it isn't.) im not too confident abt this chapter even tho I put my whole pussy into it... I promise the next one will be infinitely better TRUUUSSSSST!!! to make up for the way I chewed your hearts up and spat them out this chapter (sorry lol) I will say!! stay tuned for the next episode of party monster featuring cameos from sano shinichiro, daddy benkei, and another character who I can't tell u abt yet!! (also who knows we may or may not get a chapter from wakas pov.... who knows.... u aint hear it from me) yk the drill tho, drop ur thoughts predictions and requests in the comments, I love listening to yall ;)) see u next chapter!! <33

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[blueparadis]

꒰ my mother's eyes + wakasa imaushi ꒱

+cw. — fluff, angst with comfort, suggestive themes, kissing, implied death by accident, established relationship, love confession. | +wc. — 0.5k

+syn.— on some days you remind him of his mom.

+notes. — repost from my other account so that all my writings are at one place :]

Wakasa sat beside you nudging his shoulder against your neckline. One of his hands curled behind you sinking the bed under pressure. He isn't looking at the album you're having on your lap, his eyes are wandering on your slim nape, on your cheeks that are cherry tainted due to the gush of memories you had while flipping through the pages of his family album. His mind is all mushy with thoughts of longing, heart all bruised with faith just because you talk like her, take care of his little things just like her; his mother.

“Oh look Wakasa!”, you beckon excitedly gazing in his way and it was as if he couldn't hold it in any longer. His emotions were already at bay. His lips dashed onto yours making you shut your eyes instantly. His arm wrapped around your shoulders pulling you close to his burning body while the other palms your face holding onto it as if you'd sublime if he let that go. Your lips skillfully take his letting him sink, the family album still open onto your lap as he breaks the kiss with a strong exhale against your mouth.

“Hey...”, you utter with a release of your breath looking at his lilac pupils that glisten with sadness, and loneliness. It's unfair, how he doesn't have the slightest idea how much you burn in his embers of emotions. He never knew he had all these erupting emotions for you, messy memories he always tried to push back at the back of his mind just to put a smile on his face, to never see you wilt in desolation. You were like a flower to him, that he took care of since always!

“I...I love you y/n”, he blurts out barely able to keep himself upright. Wakasa’s fluffy platinum hair brushes against your cheeks as he rests his chin on the juncture of your shoulders, like a child whining for his mother’s care. You keep the album aside rubbing his back. You could feel him relax, soft groans almost setting your skin on fire. “I... sorry...I just wanted to kiss you... wanted to feel you... I'll always be by your side. I would never leave you like I left my mother,  on that day”, his voice fades.

“Shhhhhhhhhh! It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't hers either. It.was.just.fate”, you mumbled against his ears feeling his grip around your back grow stronger at each passing moment declaring his fear of being broken again.

You slipped your hands underneath his t-shirt. His skin was cold, ice-cold yet you could feel his flaming memories still haunting him. “I know...I know you'll never leave me.”, you murmur making him pull away from your hug in a flash. He was surprised, surprised at your courage to endure such morbidity. His lips part momentarily yet it was all in vain since you mumble, “I know you never intend to...”

His eyes flare up at the fall of your words.

“Oh god!”, he slips taking your palms in his kissing them as if he's never been blessed with such kindness.

He lets out a throaty chuckle noticing the photo in the album; of him with his mother; her eyes offering nothing but love, just like yours. He was in love, again. And he would be in love again every day, at each passing moment whenever he will gaze into your eyes, his mother's eyes.

—

@tokyometronetwork

[knchins]

Overtime - Wakasa I.

Summary:  Your boss calls you in on your day off to help cheer up his best friend, and you can’t say no to the extra cash. Based on Chapter 270.

Pairing: Wakasa x Reader

Reader Type: AFAB - She/her

Rating: E+

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Chapter 270 Spoilers, sex work, boss/employee relationship, established relationship, booty call, biting, knife play, vaginal sex, unsafe sex, cream pie, semi-public sex, praise kink, angst (no happy ending)

Notes: Welcome to my Wakasa brain rot. Requests are open if you'd like to see more Waka content! I just take a while to get to them sometimes.

The edge of the bathroom counter dug into your lower back as a mewl made its way from between your lips. “My boss is going to be angry,” You say with a sigh as teeth sink into the tender flesh of your neck. The tattooed man is smirking against your now wet skin, knowing that you weren’t truly all that concerned. 

“Are you telling me no?” He asks, breath tickling your ear before he nips at your earlobe. “I think he’ll be even more upset if you give him blue balls.” 

He parted your legs with his knee, pressing it against your clothed cunt. Though he couldn’t feel the dampness of your panties through his jeans, he knew what state they were in. You managed to resist the urge to roll your hips to feel friction against your throbbing clit. “What about your- ah- friend,” you pant as he moves his leg back and forth to stimulate you in the most teasing of ways. 

“He had to go,” Wakasa replied, not knowing why Shinichiro bothered darting off after some homeless man that claimed to be a time leaper. It was ridiculous. His grief was driving him to every possible option to get Mikey back, though most of them had been scams. This one was probably just another elaborate scheme to get money out of the poor grieving older brother. 

You tutted, annoyed with him as his hands began to lazily flick open the buttons of your blouse. “You called me in on my night off to fuck him and he’s not even here?” It wasn’t in your job description. Hostesses didn’t have sex with customers normally, but you and Wakasa had a game that you play where he pretends to only want you for sex and you pretend to only want the money he gives you for it. 

There couldn’t possibly be anything deeper between the two of you, not even the slightest chance. 

You shifted as his cold fingers brushed against your bare skin when he opened up your shirt completely. He grabbed hold of your hips and lifted you to set you on the counter. A whimper left you at the new lack of touch against your clit. It was so easy for him to rile you up, 

“You really going to complain when you’re already crying for my cock?” He asked, taking out a switchblade and flicking it open. He cut the middle of your bra, letting your breasts free. You wanted to complain, but the money he’d be slipping you later would be more than enough to pay for a new one. 

He ran the flat part of the blade along your jaw, the thought of him accidentally cutting you sending a jolt straight to your core. Just one slip and you could be bleeding, one little mistake as he dragged it down your throat and traced your collar bones. Your breath hitched in your throat, worried that if you breathed too heavily then you’d be cut. 

He put the knife down momentarily and you let out the breath you’d been holding. “Still don’t trust me, huh?” He asked, his tone bored though you knew he was joking. He enjoyed playing chicken with you, even if you didn’t necessarily enjoy it back. 

His large hand cupped your right breast, squeezing it playfully before moving to pinch your hardened nipple. Your teeth sink into your lip to keep quiet, hearing someone try to open the locked door. The customer cursed before leaving. Waka was unperturbed as he rid you of your underwear in a similar fashion to your bra, by cutting out the middle of it. You hadn’t even noticed he’d picked it back up again, though that was probably for the best. 

His index finger traced along your slit, gathering the arousal that had pooled into your now ruined underwear. You bit your lip even harder as he circled your clit slowly before flicking it. A squeak of surprise was stuck in your throat as he pulled his hand away and motioned for you to open your mouth. 

You did so obediently and he slid his finger into your parted lips for you to suck on, the taste of your own sweetness now on your tongue. “That’s a good girl,” He hummed and your thighs pressed together desperately. Why did he always insist on taking his time in the beginning? It was incredibly frustrating. 

With your impatience growing you reached for his belt, and he didn’t stop you from unbuckling it before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. That same blank expression was on his pretty face, though his half-lidded eyes stayed on you like a hawk.

“You’re really desperate for someone who had the day off.” He commented as he grabbed your wrists before you could pull his stiff cock out. You groaned with frustration, needing more than his incessant teasing. He knew what you wanted, but Waka moved at his own pace. He wasn’t one to be rushed. 

You leaned forward, putting your head on his shoulder so he couldn’t see the needy expression on your face. “If you need me so bad, then say it.” He said, sounding almost irritated with your shyness. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t done this a hundred times before. 

Heat crept up the back of your neck and onto your face with embarrassment. “I need you, Waka.” You murmured into his neck before kissing it in order to urge him on. Another jiggling of the bathroom doorknob at you sitting upright again. Normally you two did this after closing, it wasn’t like him to fuck you in the middle of the work day. 

You eyed the door, hearing another frustrated sound from a coworker who cursed before banging on the door, “hurry up in there!” If only they knew who they were talking to, you thought as you looked at the now annoyed expression on your boss’s face. Instead of saying anything back to them, he pushed down his pants and briefs to expose his long, flushed cock. 

Your mouth watered as you reached out to stroke him, wishing you were in a position to get down on your knees for him. Wakasa had an air of authority around him regardless if he was on the job or not. Perhaps it was his gang status or maybe it was just his natural state of being, but with just a look, he really could make you do anything he wanted. 

He reached around to grab handfuls of your ass before pulling you to the edge of the counter as you smeared the bead of precum along his length. You spread your legs for him like the obedient bitch that you were.

You positioned his tip at the entrance to your pussy and without any hesitation, Waka pushed in all the way to the hilt, stretching you out as your head tilted back with a silent moan. Your legs wrapped around his thin waist as he grabbed your chin to steady you for a forceful and demanding kiss. 

His cock throbbed, hard as stone as he waited to move. It wasn’t that you couldn’t take his size, he had made sure to train you well in that area, but he wanted to savor the way you clamped down on him. The small edging of your hips to get him to move. The little whine you made when he stood still as you did anything to feel more of him. 

You were molded to him as if the two of you had been made for each other. Your hands moved to his shoulders, nails attempting to dig through his shirt and into the skin of his back. He had to know how much you wanted him, right? That it wasn’t just about the money but the quality of the orgasms his dick gave you. The way his name felt so right coming out of your mouth as you begged for him to move. 

Wakasa leaned down to press his lips against yours again. It lacked tenderness or care and was enough to snap you back into the reality that this was your boss and not someone that actually cared about you. It was hungry and consuming, almost overpowering as he slowly dragged his hips backward before snapping them into you with enough force to make the mirror behind you rattle.

A moan rattled your throat as he started slow, reveling in the feeling of you sucking him back in every time he pulled out to the tip. The whimper of ecstasy as he thrust back in, balls deep. The beautifully blissful expression on your face as your eyes rolled back when he picked up the pace. Waka would devour you whole if he could. Keep you locked away where no other man could paw at you. But then, maybe moments like this wouldn’t be as exhilarating if he knew he had you all to himself. 

Your hands found his face, cupping either side of it as you pulled him down for a deep kiss. Your tongue intertwined with his, exploring each other’s mouths as if you didn’t already know every inch of it. Your moans poured into him like new life as his blunt nails dug into the plush of your bottom, practically pulling you off the ledge so he could push his cock in even deeper. 

Outside the floor manager had turned up the interior ambiance music to keep patrons from getting the wrong idea. No touching the girls, the poor blushing man reminding everyone while apologizing for the person who was sick in the bathroom. No one fell for the bad attempt at a cover-up. Everyone could tell what was going on behind the closed door. 

Your nails dug into the back of his neck, leaving red crescents in his pale skin. He didn’t mind the marking, though if any other of the girls he routinely called on did he then he’d probably drop them. You were and always would be his favorite fuck. 

He bit at your neck again as your back arched, pulling your bouncing chest closer to his as his thrusts grew relentless. His angle was perfect, the rhythm driving you insane as his shaft continuously rubbed against the sweet spot inside of you. Your vision blurred, bright white stars sprouting in the darkness as the intense knot in your abdomen threatened to snap which each roll of his hips. 

“Waka,” you keened as his hands found your hair and wrenched your head back to give him easier access to your throat. Your walls tensed around him as pain radiated from your hair follicles. The sudden tightness made him groan, something rare as he normally kept quiet during sex unless he was to praise or degrade you. 

“You take me-” He paused as he rammed into you again, “Fuck, so well.” 

“Gonna cum,” you gasped, your own way of asking for permission. The gods knew you’d be in trouble if you came without his approval. 

“My little whore wants to cum?” He hissed, his balls heavy with the need to release. In truth, he couldn’t hold out much longer either. All he needed to let go was to feel your pussy spasming around him. “Go on then, cum.” 

As if on cue the knot inside of you snapped and waves of relieving pleasure washed over you. Your walls undulated, tightening and untightening in rapid succession as Waka fucked you through it, his own movements becoming erratic and almost jarring you from the plane of bliss you were currently floating in. 

You could feel him pulsing as he gave one last heavy thrust before pumping you full of his white semen. You could almost taste it on your lips as your eyes slid shit and thighs relaxed, slumping forward as he held you to keep you from falling. 

He rutted into you, making sure none of his precious seed would leak out when he finally pulled away from you. The sudden loss of warmth made you feel cold and lonely despite him standing right in front of you. 

Wakasa adjusted his pants, not one for small talk after having dumped his load. A part of him longed to hold you, stay with you, and tell you that you somehow meant more to him than the others. Yet the words never came. He could get any girl he wanted to bed, but it was the commitment of them staying in it that made him afraid. 

“You comin’ in tomorrow?” He asked, pulling out a cigarette and putting it into his mouth. Despite knowing what this truly was, a booty call, it hurt. Pain wound its way around your still-hammering heart as you quickly began to button your blouse back up before he could open the door to reveal your half-nakedness. 

He pressed a wad of cash into your palm. A chilling display of what you were to him. You took it, putting it into your discarded clutch as you swallowed the hurt that threatened to creep up your throat like bile. “Yeah,” You said plainly, not giving any sign of how you were truly feeling. You hopped down from the counter and pretended to care about fixing your makeup in the mirror. 

His lilac eyes lingered on you a moment longer before he gave a stiff nod and unlocked the bathroom door. He walked out, the same bored expression on his face as he went to finish the drink he had ordered before you arrived. 

Your hands gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles turning a few shades lighter as you tried to reign in your emotions. The money, you reminded yourself. That was why you continued to do this to yourself. For the Money. 

[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

[buccini555]

♡ 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 ♡ 𝒲𝒶𝓀𝒶𝓈𝒶 ℐ𝓂𝒶𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Headcanons of what your first kiss would be like.

He asked you out on a date and during the night he came to pick you up at home.

You went on a motorcycle, he said he was going to take you to a beautiful place and you spent the whole way holding his waist tight.

It was a beautiful night and the stars were shining in the sky, you finally arrived at a high place in the city, where the sky seemed brighter than ever and the whole city was visible.

You guys sat on the floor watching the view.

He hugged you and stood looking at you for a few minutes with a small smile.

“You are so... I really don't know how to explain your beauty”

He holds your face lightly making you look at him, he suddenly gives you a small kiss.

After that, he looks at you again for a brief moment, his eyes reflect the starlight making you fall in love even more.

“Hmm? do you want more my darling?”

He kisses you again, this time a lingering kiss as he gently holds your hair.

[movedtolilmouzee]

𝔚𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢...

𝘞𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵.

The signs of wakasa not loving you were clear and were there but you were too love sick to notice, or did you choose to ignore it hoping to make him love you?

Wakasa got bored of things easily and you just happened to be one of those things. Everyone saw it, called it even. Everybody said you two wouldn't be a good fit but you covered your ears and followed wakasa like the little lost puppy you were.

Who's to blame in this situation though? You both could be blamed but wakasa had too much seeing how far you'd go to stay with him, you never even batted an eye when he told you to do something. Steal him cigarettes? You were on it. Wakasa came home later then usual, smelling like whiskey, pushing you away disgusted that you wanted to kiss him? Oh well, maybe he just wasn't in a good mood. Every little thing he did to you, you excused.

Even the sex felt off. Wakasa was somewhat passionate and loving at first but after a week he seemed to zone out, almost like he was high off his mind and was thinking of someone else but you told yourself, you were just overreacting.

No one else thought you were overreacting. Shinichiro, your family, friends and even an Ex of wakasa said you weren't overreacting. Yet again you blew it off. They didn't know wakasa like you did, if you could even say that you knew him.

It took two incidents for you to finally snap from the "love" you felt. The first one was Shinichiro showing you what an actual date and love was. Hearing how his best friend left you alone on your two year anniversary, Shin paid for dinner and ate with you before taking you to a small bakery and let you pick whatever you wanted for dessert.

The second incident hurt the worst out of them all. Wakasa coming home blackout drunk, getting annoyed when you tried helping him into bed, finally snapping at you, telling you in a drunked state "Y/N, how can you be so fucking stupid. I don't love you, i never did. I never wanted you in my life, you were just some dumb play thing, get the fuck out of my face" that's all you needed to hear to finally break it off with him and have him move out.

[yozue]

PROVENANCE 

characters: wakasa imaushi,sano shinichiro, sano manjiro, arashi keizo, and reader.

warnings: angst, angst to comfort, character death, suicide, elements of depression, and anxiety, time-travel.

word count: 1.4k

note: this will be my first work for tokyo revengers, I’m still not good at capturing their personality and I apologize if some of the characters come off as OOC. other than that, please enjoy!

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"Will you be okay here on your own?" Manjiro asks, helping you take the flowers and offerings out of the little wicker basket you've brought with you. 

"I'll be fine" you answered, giving him a smile as his lips tugs into a small frown. Onyx eyes observing your face carefully, noting how the healthy glow it once had, has been replaced with dark circles, and cheekbones more prominent than it was before.

"Really Mikey, I'm fine, I'll go over there to you once I'm finished here"

Your fiancé stared at you for a few seconds, his fingers rubbing gentle circles at the back of your hand. Before he lifted it up to his lips and gave it a kiss. His eyes flutter shut as your heart warms at the sight. 

He had changed a lot due to everything that had transpired throughout the years, his previously warm and carefree personality morphing into one that is more cold, and stoic. The death of his siblings and his close friends being one of the factors of his current persona.

However, when it comes to you, he tries his best to be as gentle and loving as he possibly can.

"Call me when you need anything" you nodded your head as he gave you a kiss before walking away. Your eyes follow his figure until he is no longer visible before turning your attention back to the tombstone in front of you.

Sitting on the blanket you laid out, you lit the candle then bringing your hands together to give your prayers. Hearing nothing but the howls of the wind blowing through the trees planted neatly around  the cemetery.

Cold breeze seeps through the fabric of your coat as you finish citing your prayer, arranging the flowers on to the vase placed on each side. Sweeping away the dried leaves and carefully setting the food you brought.

"I'm sorry if I haven't visited you in a while”

You tuck your hair behind your ear as a gust of wind blows past you. Your chest tightening as you once again read the words carved into the stone in front of you. 

In loving memory of Imaushi Wakasa.

It had been a year since the incident, a year since he had been killed by a spy planted by Kisaki posing as one of his gym assistants. You could still clearly remember his lifeless body lying on the floor, as blood pools around his body. His death had caused another conflict within Toman, the tension between Manjiro and Kisaki’s faction only worsened. 

"I hope you're doing okay wherever you are" you let out a sad smile, your hand rubbing the necklace your brother had gifted to you during your engagement party.

"You're all grown up now, but you'll still be my little cub"

You remember him saying, as he gave you a smile, pulling you into a tight embrace. Whispering how he was proud of you and everything that you have accomplished.

Fresh tears start pooling at the corner of your eyes, as painful memories start to resurface. Ones that you can never experience again.

"I-I missed you '' your voice cracks, tears rolling down your face, your hands crumpling the edges of your dress as you let out the pain that's been brewing in your chest. The pain that had been worsening everyday as you still refuse to accept the fact that your brother had already left you.

"I don't want to do this anymore" you sobbed, pulling out the spare gun you took from Manjiro's office. Carefully loading the magazine. "I want to see you again"

Slowly pointing the muzzle to your head, you release the safety, resting your finger onto the trigger as you prepare yourself.

"I'm so sorry Mikey" taking a deep breath you close your eyes and pull the trigger, the loud bang resonating throughout the area as your body falls on the ground. Your eyes slowly closed shut, as muffled noises filled your ears before everything went black.

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"(Y/n)-chan" you could feel your body being gently shaken awake, as the voice continued calling out your name. You let out a groan, as you try to move away from the hand that's trying to disturb your sleep.

"(Y/n)-chan, wake upppp" the voice had gotten louder and more annoying in your ear as you let out a little whine in complaint. 

"(Y/n)-chan, if you don't wake up. I'll eat all the ice cream Shinichiro-nii bought"

'Shinichiro?' you thought, your brain finally registering what's happening around you. 'Wait, aren't I supposed to be dead?'

Quickly opening your eyes, your body shot up from the futon you were laying down just a while ago, startling Manjiro who was kneeling just beside you.

"Finally, I was actually serious about eating them, you know" he teased, grinning at you as you stared at him in shock. You try to rub away the sleep from your eyes, not believing what you’re seeing. 

You’re supposedly 28 year old fiancé, was now back to his child self.

"Wha- ah (Y/n)?” a blush blooms on his cheek as you pull him for a hug, nuzzling your face on his neck as he wraps his arms around your equally small body. A bit surprised at the sudden gesture, but completely welcome on his part. 

“What’s the date today?” you ask, staring at your small hands. Slightly amazed and a bit weirded out.

He raised an eyebrow at your question. "March 17, 1999" He answered, watching you carefully as you processed his words.

'1999' you repeated in your head. 'Did I go back in time?'

You don't really know if this was just a dream or if you were experiencing all your memories before you die. But all you know is that, you’re inside your  9 year old body, in the middle of the Sano family living room.

Which means, your brother is still alive.

"Nii-chan" you mumbled, looking around the room before turning your attention back to Manjiro. "Where's nii-chan?"

"He's in the backyard with Shin- hey!"

He didn't even get to finish what he was saying as you immediately stood up and ran to where they were. Your heart was beating fast, as you could hear their voices getting louder. 

Picking up two distinct voices that you haven’t heard in a long time.

"Oh, hey (Y/n)" Shinichiro greets you as you stand a few feet away from where they were sitting. Eyes blown wide as it zeroed in on the person you wanted to see the most.

Wakasa turns his body to you, patting the space beside him while offering you a bowl of ice cream. "Come here and have a snack first before you go and play with Mikey again" 

Wakasa nearly fell off the wooden deck as you tackle him, burying your face on his chest sobbing uncontrollably onto his shirt. 

"(Y-Y/n)?!" he was surprised as you wailed, fat tears rolling down your face as your knuckles turned white at the tight grip you had on his shirt. 

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" he tried to ask you, but you were refusing to answer his question and instead continued to cry.

"Manjiro, what did you do to (Y/n)?" Shinichiro turns to his brother who ran to see the commotion happening in their backyard, the eldest Sano giving his younger brother a stern look. Ready to give the boy a scolding for being mean to his friends.

"I didn't do anything!" Manjiro held up his hand in defence. Shinichiro let out a sigh of relief as Manjiro walked over, watching you curiously as you finally calmed down.

"Maybe she had a bad dream?" Benkei offered as he handed Wakasa a towel. The older Imaushi wiping away your tears, putting it against your nose as you blow out your snot.

Wakasa looks at you, as you lay against his chest. "Are you okay now?"

You shook your head in all four directions, also confused at your current state of wellbeing.

Your brother chuckled, wrapping his arms around your small body as he planted a kiss on top of your head. "You need to tell me little cub, so nii-chan can help you"

"Don't leave me" you mumbled, looking up at him. 

"Don't leave me" you repeated, louder this time as the others looked at each other. Coming to a conclusion that you had probably gotten a bad dream, one that was so hyper realistic that got you thinking it was all true.

"I won't" he pulls you closer. "Nii-chan will always be here"

You slowly close your eyes, feeling tired from your breakdown. Resting your head above his heart, the steady beat of the muscle and your brother’s warmth calming you down as you fell back asleep.

God has given you another chance, and in this lifetime. You were going to change the course of events happening in everyone's lives and see to it that the future you originally had, will be replaced with an even better one.

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[white-poppie]

Forbidden

Character: Wakasa Imaushi x Gn!reader Genre: Enemies to Lovers AU, Angst, Forbidden Love, SFW Warnings: wounds, blood, sad waka WC: 1k+ Writer:@white-poppie

~ Synopsis: Heirs of two Yakuza gangs, fall in love. Every time is supposed to be the last. The last meet, the last wound, the last kiss, but they can't get themselves to stop. After all, it is as they say: we love, what we cannot have.

"The hell are you doing here?" you hiss quietly, observing the man in front of your house.

"I wish to have a chat," Wakasa answered simply.

"This is my area, Wakasa! If someone sees you here they might get the wrong idea!" you utter while looking around, panicking.

"By someone you mean your brother?" he asks and you bite your lip, "still scared of him? Y'know I can beat that guy up for you."

"Wakasa!" You gasp at his sudden declaration of war. One thing you had learnt from all those years was that there are ears everywhere.

"Leave before I kill you," you bit your inner cheek and stared at him.

With one quick stride, he walked toward you, "How long are you going to pretend that nothing happened between us?"

You gulped and looked at the ground, "Don't think I have gone soft on you yet."

"I know you haven't," he whispered, "but, I really need your help right now, Y/N."

Your eyes widened as you looked at him, "p-please don't tell me, you did it again."

" 'm sorry," he answered, "lemme' come in, jus' this last time."

You breathed shakily and held the door open for him, he gingerly walked to your couch and looked for permission to sit, you nodded.

You walked up to him and sat on your knees in front of the couch, "where?" you demanded.

He lifted his shirt and held it between his teeth, his slender abdomen coming in contact with the prickly air that sent muscle contractions through his body.

There was an ugly lacerated wound that made you shiver at the mere sight of it. You had close your eyes to actually calm yourself down.

"Come to the bedroom," you said, "lie down and I'll get the supplies till then."

"Heh, that's one way of saying you want to bed me," he looked at you with a condescending smile, but his eyes were unfocused from the pain, "taking advantage of an injured man."

He obeyed whatever you told him and laid down swiftly. You balanced yourself on his thighs, making sure that you didn't accidentally hurt him and also that you had the perfect lighting work on the wound.

" 'll need to be stitched," you stated the obvious, "you should go to a hospital for this, it might get infected and that would be more trouble."

"Can't, your brother has put his men on how alert throughout the district. I snuck my way here."

"I told you to not get into fights with him," you said while heating the needle under a lighter to disinfect it, "why do you always do this?"

"Y'know why," he said, and you did know why. All because of the silly, afflicting adoration you shared.

"This is going to hurt a lot," you looked at him with concerned eyes.

"Wait," he huffed and wrapped his hands around you to reach his belt. With a swift motion, he took it out and placed it between his teeth, "can't scream. Can't let your brother know. He'll kill ya'."

You nodded and give him one last warning pat before actually started sticking. At first, it was eerily quiet, just his brows furrowing and a few whimpers escaping his mouth, but soon when the actual process began, it took all his will to not writhe and scream.

His shouts were muffled due to the belt in his mouth, sweat lining his abdomen and forehead.

"Shh-ssh, Waka, it'll be over soon," you consoled him, but the way your hands shook with each gasp of his said otherwise.

With the last stitch, knot and sanitizing, you breathed a sigh of relief and got up from the way you were sitting to let him breathe.

He removed the belt from his mouth, a string of saliva connected and his chest heaved with strain.

"H-how long?" he questioned and you looked at him, "how long are we supposed to pretend to hate each other?"

"You know we can't be together," you said collapsing beside him, turning to face his lilac eyes, "they'll have our head on sticks if we ever get caught."

Your fingers thrummed on his chest, "I told you not to come here again. You know our families hate each other."

"My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. but my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can’t have and wanting what you shouldn’t want. and I shouldn’t want you," he says and your throat runs dry.

"We can’t keep meeting up like this. someone’s gonna find out, and someone’s gonna get hurt," you rasped, "I don't know anymore-what to trust and what not to. What if this is your trick of getting to my brother?"

"You really think that lowly of me?" he scoffed.

"I don't," you said, "I-I- just- hate seeing you get hurt. I hate this, I hate our Yakuza pasts, I hate us being enemies and most of all I hate the fact that under different circumstances, our love could’ve been like a fairytale."

Wakasa got up and fixed his clothes. "Run away with me," he said suddenly, "me 'n you, far away from all this gang business. Let's leave Shibuya and move somewhere else."

"They are going to search for us, all across Japan," you said, "we will get caught. It's not a children's story Waka, there is no happy-ever-after for us."

"Then I promise," he held your hand and brings it to his cheek, "I'll find a way. Come with me Y/N, we'll run away from anything, everything."

There was a sharp knocking on your door and your eyes widened, your brother, he was here. You quickly removed any traces of blood that were there and Wakasa sat on the windowsill ready to leave.

"You see it now?" you looked at him with tears lining your waterline, kissing him one. last. time, "You and I, will always be unfinished business, Imaushi, whether you accept it or not"

Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

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↳ imaushi wakasa x sano y/n

synopsis. in which two people fall in love with each other, but one of them knows already that this love is not gonna last long. right?

genre. fluff, light angst, modern au, 18+, mild smut

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[mikeysbabygirl]

                 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒑𝒂

Warning : explicit smut, age gap, sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamic, pet names, gun play in Yakuza Mikey's part, dom!reader in some parts, the boys doing so well for you...

Summary : there's a new app to find a sugar daddy, how about they find your profile?

Featuring: Ran Haitani, Wakasa Imaushi, Kokonoi Hajime, Sano Manjiro, Kakucho Hitto.

Let's get started, shall we ?

𝑹𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊 : (Bonten TL)

Ran was the first one to get the app, surprising, isn't it ?

He'd tried many of their sugar babies before, and he was quite satisfied with them. Well, they might be a little clingy when everything's over, but ladies tend to be that way with him.

And one day, your profile picture just popped. It has just been created, you were new, and young, student loans probably. Somehow, there was just something... endearing, about your innocent smiling face, a shot taken by your iphone camera rather than hiring a photographer to flatter all your angles, like everyone else.

-" Um, Hi ! " He couldn't help but curl a smile, the contrast between your virtuous face, and the devilish dress you were wearing had him already deep into it. " I'm here for the... sex? No- that's not what I mean ! " He raised his eyebrows seeing the heat rising to your face, so that dirty world didn't drained you of your colors yet ?

-"I'm here to offer... You know what ? I'm your sugar baby. "

Yes, there was just you, your doe-like eyes and your clumsiness, and suddenly, he was trapped in a pink haze, drowning in a gaze.

-" This way, just this way. Go 'head, you doing... Damn great, princess. " He praised, grip tightening around your hair whilst you bobbed your head up and down. That knot in his stomach, already tight, exploded when he shifted his eyes toward your flustered face.

-" Fucking look at you, taking daddy's cock like the best slut I've had. " He was a goner as soon as your teary, big eyes fluttered those wet eyelashes to look at him, and suddenly, he came with no warning, too quickly for the first time in ages, in bliss watching his white seeds leaking from your glossy lips.

What a pretty flower, so obedient, always ready to drop whatever plan you had for a call from him.

What a venomous snake hidden in.

Yes Ran liked to hold his pretty little thing in front of everyone, make his prey sit still and pretty on his lap.

-" Show 'em, baby. " His fingers digged deeper in your waist above him, surely talking about Rindou and Haru, sitting, wide-eyed, lusting in the booth across from yours. " Show 'em why I can't get ya outta my head. " His eyes were deep engrossed in the way your small hole sucked him in, head thrown back, Ran drove a cloud, letting go of the wheel for the first time and letting you take the lead.

But you couldn't care less, if he showed you off like a trophy in the night, you let him think he pulls the strings. Because in the morning, you wrap those around his neck, and he'd wake up suffocating in an empty cold bed.

-" no strings attached, your words. Daddy. " you tease from under his bigger body. His eyes fall on your naked chest, golden necklace of his name he bought for you. He knew you only wore it around him, but Ran liked the pain, the denial.

And for once, Ran lost the race. He didn't left the first, so he came second.

-" Such a whore..." His thrusts were relentless, and you think it's the third time you might cum, with him having you in a matting press. " Three different men, how come this pussy's even this fucking tight?"

And he heard you, under your moans, uttering something like " you never said I couldn't have another". And watched his smirk getting scarier, towering above you, his hand wrapped around your neck.

-" Aw, didn't I ? What a shame. " He cooed, lust and jealousy equally running in his blood. His pussy, his baby, how come would you even let some other loser taste that ?

- " Then watch me show you who owns this body. Let's see who'll dare touching Ran Haitani's bitch, 'kay baby ? "

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐 (Yakuza tl) :

C'mon, it's Mikey we're talking about. He's not particularly fond of sex anyway. He is the man without a shadow, no one knows for sure is he an actual person, or just another name behind a smoking gun.

It's his Yakuza era, Mikey pulls the strings of his mafia behind super boarded up doors, only Kisaki knows the keys of.

So when Kisaki stumbles on your profile on a random day, he thinks he got the perfect gift to unwind his terrorizing boss.

You felt like a little knight in front of a thorned kingdom, standing in front of the sitting Yakuza boss, in your white lingerie. His dark hues bored into your body absentmindedly, another pretty face, another empty face.

Then the cute little knight is grazing her fingers over the thorns, and you're kissing him with your hands cupping his cheeks as passionately as if you've known him since years. And he thinks you taste sweet, and now he's really into it, hands around your waist.

And now you're ready to sink his intimidating length inside you, he doesn't even know why, but he lets you take his hands in yours, intertwine your fingers together as he fills you up, and his head's empty.

Just your small hands in his big ones, just the bulge in your tummy from him, your head in his neck and your tears he could feel.

Dizzying, indeed.

He watched you, that night, sleeping with your arms around him. Why were you so touchy? Didn't they warned you, outside that room, to leave as soon as you're done ? But most importantly, why was he allowing this ? Why were you even breathing again, your hair tickling his chest ?

And when the morning came, he watched you getting ready to leave, just like anyone else.

And there he was, frozen by the kitchen, staring as you fought with the pancakes you were trying so desperately to not burn.

-" Sit down, it's almost ready. "

Just who did you think you are, giving orders ? And as if you felt the need to ask something, you flashed a glow dripping smile over your shoulder, and just for a second, he sees mornings,confort, Emma, breakfasts, family, home.

Not bad, he thinks, munching on the pastry. But Mikey's a man of few words, and he gets slightly frustrated by your expectant shiny eyes on him. Intimidating, he doesn't even dare to think it through, but you're the slightest bit overwhelming, intimidating.

-" Overcooked. " He throws the word as a stone at you, expecting you to bleed but not to laugh, moving to sit on his lap. For a second he's at a loss of words, while you lean to lick the cream on the corner of his lips.

-" Well I'm not paid to cook, but to fuck " you shrug, Mikey thinks... He doesn't even think anymore. Ethereal, the noiselessness in his mess of a mind is deafening, so much that he can't overcome it.

Well, Kisaki isn't that surprised, few days after when his boss asks to see you again, considering how good your ratings were. What's surprising is that, he actually asks for you, by your own name.

-" Daddy, wanna cum " you're out of breath, sprayed for him on the bed, with the strong body of that Yakuza boss above you.

-" Then fucking do it. " Another roll of his tongue around your clit had your thighs shaking, he honestly doesn't know since when he turned into a giver, probably at the threshold of your holy entrance.

-" Lemme taste how sweet your lil pussy can be f'me ".

Things constantly change, time flies, but if there's a constant, it's your smile whenever you see him, it's the warmth of you above him in your sleep, it's the spark of worry he spots in your gaze everytime he's out for his shady activities. Not fear from him, but for him.

He swears it's not obsession, only tiptoeing on its edges, maybe. The way you digged yourself a small grave in his dead wastelands.

-" Manjiro..." Your eyes are filled with tears, his wicked demons like that. Pinning you to the wall, his tip kissing your cervix since so long, and it's not moving, just like the gun he's pressing right above your heart.

-" Did i ever gave you the permission to do that, love ?" He likes the way he could feel your pulse going insane under his lips grazing your neck. " Hm ? Did I said you could have other customers?"

Your eyes peer at the phone on the nightstand, you swear you just forgot to delete your subscription to that damn app, again and again. And now you're shaking under him, his gun pressed harder against your chest, his kisses even more passionate, the roll of his hips dizzying.

-" I'm gonna delete it... Now, I promise, 'Jiro, promise " you cry, clinging on his neck. " Just move, please, please, make me cum ".

And it's over devilish, the way the corner of his lips raise darkly, he shrugs.

-" If that's what my bitch wants... would never force you anyway".

He lies, dropping the gun as if it never existed.

𝑲𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒐 𝑯𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒐 : (Bonten TL)

Kakucho liked Ran. Ran was like an older brother for him, and he knew how much that one respected him.

Maybe the only thing he could ever blame him for, was how extra he was.

Antics like, offering him a subscription for a " sugar baby " app for his birthday.

Ran was standing next to the pretty girl, younger than both of them, obviously. And Kakucho thought about refusing his friend's offer, although the girl was undeniably beautiful, he was nowhere near into those kinks.

-" Just let go man " Ran suddenly tapped his back, making him startle. " Go 'head, princess " he as well pushed you against Kakucho's torso. " Get ma man's dick wet ".

See ?extra...

But if Kakucho could say anything, he would probably talk about how cute you were, with that heat rising to your cheeks.

After the awkward uncle Sam ( aka Ran) left both of you alone, you've been finally able to find back your words. Kakucho seemed dry on his edges, but he actually just needed some few laughter from you to relax, taking part in the conversation.

At some point, it was always about inches. Just one more, just a little more. Between your two faces, your hands brushing against each other, pair of eyes locking, time stops, blurs, and suddenly you're in his lap, sharing breath.

-" Just lemme do it" you whispered against his cheeks, he found it funny, your smaller hands trying to pin his bigger ones above his head.

And you kissed, oh god you kissed, as if you had loved him a thousand lifetimes ago. Kakucho's breath hitched like a teenager, as you kissed every inch of his face, every scar, and your mouth fell around his pectorals.

-" Shit, keep rubbing on my cock, angel " he grunt from under you, trying desperately just not to pin you down on the bed and fuck you relentlessly.

Sun rises, nights turned into lazy mornings, and those ones left place to movie nights, to breakfasts and cuddles, he liked for your laughter to fill his big for nothing house.

Now, Kakucho knows it's probably just a role you're playing, for the pretty dresses he'd leave for you on his bed, for the dinners in fancy restaurants, and for your loans that left by the window as soon as he stepped in your life.

But he also knew your whispered "pretty boy" while kissing every flaw of him, he knew the erratic heart beats of yours when his head would lay on your chest.

And everytime he promises he's not falling.

Tearing his eyes away from your ravishing sight, twisting in your bedsheets, standing next to you with a hand in your hair. He swears it's the last time. It's all about money, all about sex.

But the sun sets, and in his living room, you'd be glowing incandescent. A heart robbing smile.

-" missed you daddy " you'd greet, standing up, eyes making love to him before your lips even could.

He's not gonna fall, " it would be fucked up to fall", he tells himself.

Then you're grabbing his calloused hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together, and he finds himself staring at both your hands, fire rising in his guts as you drag him toward the bedroom. You fail to hear him mutter.

-"... I'm fucked up... "

𝑲𝒐𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒊 𝑯𝒂𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒆 : ( Bonten TL)

At some point, Kokonoi think he hadn't known anything else than those sugar daddy/sugar baby relationships.

He considered his time too precious to lose on building a strong, healthy relationship. Those things take time, and that he had not.

Now sure he would sometimes think about something... More true, something not hanging on his black card. But years pass by,paperwork piles up on his desk, and finding true love is just... Something for another day.

Kokonoi watches with amusement your eyes widening, he thinks it is somehow cute that your face was so easy to read. The room was bigger than any place you have ever been, the ladies and gentlemen wore dresses and suits you've only seen in the most marvellous fairytales.

And he thinks, by the way, you should not even be amazed by that, considering how the dress he brought you makes you look, considering what you make his body feel.

Somehow, everyone either smiled or bowed at you, some kind of respect you never thought would be directed toward you. Important figures and influencing men and women surrounded you from everywhere, the ballroom giving the impression of a whole royalty around you restricted your breath.

-" I don't think... I don't belong here " your eyes found his in a panicked expression, your new customer tightened his arm around your waist, leaning slightly toward you to brush his lips against your ear.

-" it's part of the deal, princess. You need some money, and i need something pretty on my arm for the night " he flashes a grin that, along with his words, makes your eye color deepen. Something pretty to show off... His words manage to drown your previous anxiety under a raging fire.

Right, if that's what he wants.

And he must admit, you behaved pretty well that night. Politely greeting everyone coming toward you two, throwing stunning smiles and laughing at unfunny jokes. For a first time, he was proud you did it like a boss.

Just as he was thinking you were taking too long in the restroom, his phone rang with the sound of a text he just received. He excused himself toward some business partners and as soon as he opened the said text, his hand froze on the phone.

His eyes silently stared at your right arm, holding your naked tits while the left one held the phone. The way the nude was taken was almost artistic, he almost wouldn't have recognized the backseat of his Aston Martin. Damn, he didn't even felt your hand in his pocket stealing his keys.

As much as he tried to ignore that blaze taking place in his lower abs, he could not ignore the next texts coming again and again. Your thighs, your lips, then your pussy spread on his backseat, as if the glistening was calling for him.

- " Just... Fuck, keep doing this, need this. Need this so fucking much... "

He was a moaning mess on the driver's seat, silver strands falling around his handsome, thrown back face whilst his hand was buried deep in your hair.

Your eyes never left his once, as you were taking his length even deeper. And honestly he wondered how you still didn't choked around him, but everytime your tongue rolls over his tip, purposely hollowing your cheeks, this man loses a new spark of sanity.

With a loud pop, you let go of his shaft and he was about to complain, yet his eyes fell on your pretty face, glossy wet lips and teary doe eyes, he's left speechless for the first time.

-" What a shame, the classy, sassy Kokonoi Hajime, doing such a thing in his car... "

Honey coated voice dripping poisoned proses, he was mesmerized by the fierce look on your eyes, and soon breathed a heavy grunt when you took his dick in your smaller hands.

-" what would these aristocrats say if they saw you... Hm ? " You asked, making him buckle his hips in your hands when your thumb ran over his tip.

-" Stop the tease or I fucking swear-"

-" If they saw your pretty thing sucking you like a damn cock slut ?"

Pathetic, it felt so bad to feel so good.

-" love, for fuck's sake... "

Your dirty sinful words wrapped in a kiss on his tip almost brought him to his peak. Koko knows you're enjoying it, having the big, infamous Hajime Kokonoi panting between your hands, so messy, almost pathetic... A whining man.

-" Go ahead, tell me what you need. Daddy, tell your good girl what you want her to do with your pretty cock "

On your knees for him, you rest your chin on his naked thigh, giving a loving stare that he sincerely hopes won't be engraved in the thin walls of his mind for a whole lifetime.

And as Koko watches you, the beautiful stranger that got a man as important as him playing Russian roulette with his reputation, risking getting caught in such a position anytime-

He thinks he might need to call you back.

His hand tightens around your hair, bringing your mouth closer to his tip.

-" Then show daddy how fucking good you can really take dick".

He thinks the other day might have finally came.

𝑾𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊 : (OG timeline)

Why would he even need such an app ? He has ladies, come on-

-" Don't go crying o'mme now, you were begging for my dick, better take it like a bitch".

Or maybe he does ?

His sharp edges might appear mysterious, appealing, yet the girls he "dated " always seemed to somehow end up offended by his rough, careless manners.

And he truly thinks Takeomi's idea is pathetic, why would he need such an app ? And dating younger girls, in addition, he knows he's so gonna wreck them...

-" Hi, are you Wakasa-kun ?"

Leaning on the doorframe, he throws away his cigarette, judgmental stare on you. You do fail to notice the interest sparkling there.

Frail, cheerful, goody-goody look, it's gonna be funny watching that one run away scared, he thinks.

-" am I scaring you, angel ?" His deep voice asks, followed by the sound of the ties he wrapped around your wrists all to the bedframe. Something in his chest lights up at the sight of your little smile while you shake your head from left to right. Wakasa realizes there, he truly wants you, your hesitant moves but constant eyes, your trembling lips and confident smile, your hell of a curves and angelic face, standing on the threshold of hell, ready to dance with the devil.

Swimming in an ocean of lust, drowning almost, though he was the one riding, Wakasa threw his head back, breathless.

-" Fuck, now you clenchin' so damn tight on me... Think i'm obsessed with this pussy. You good baby ? You with me ?"

He could think the rough pace his hips set up would've sent you to overdrive, he could think the ties leaving red marks on your wrists, or the bruising grip of his hands around your waist would've scared you away, but-

-" 'm so close... Don't you stop, daddy, give it to me, I... I need it !"

His pupils in the dark dilated, biting his lip, Waka' grabbed your hair to pull your face up, closer to his, roughly claiming your lips until he needs to inhale.

-" You sure 'bout that, princess ? Want me to go all in ? To dick you dumb on my cock ? " He teases, rolling his hips to give you some friction. He didn't miss how tightly you pull on your ties, desperately chasing more, leaking on him, a low chuckle leaves his pretty lips. " So messy... Such a good slut, where have you been all this fuckin' time ?"

Now that he knows someone down there would take him raw, that someone wants his unhinged side, he truly goes all in.

Wakasa gives you his deepest thrusts, his meanest words, most passionate kisses, and have you squirming and tightening around his length until you're coming undone with him, both collapsing on each other, panting, absent mindedly staring at each other's soul.

You don't know what's next, and he doesn't remember the last time he did it, yet after undoing your ties, his calloused fingers fly to your sweaty forehead, brushing your hair locks away from your eyes.

-" lemme keep looking at this pretty face" he whispers against your lips, pressing his body to yours and sighing.

Yes, Wakasa Imaushi is what you could call a freak. But once the monster finds someone to share his nights with, he also shares his morning glory...

You gasp, feeling yourself being lifted from the bed into his strong toned arms. Wakasa holds you in, princess-like while taking the bathroom's direction, you stare at him, questioning.

-" What's in it for you ?" You tilted your head to the side questioningly after he gently-almost too gently for Wakasa Imaushi- placed your body in the bathtub and started running some warm water for you.

-" Hm ?" He feigns ignorance, eyes focused on something else.

-" I mean, I'm payed for this. You paid me, you don't have to do any of this, customers usually don't-"

And suddenly, you can't talk anymore, your face being cupped in his big hand, you look at him surprised, big eyes into his as he's smirking, leaning toward you.

-" Shhh, I know, i know, princess. " His finger gently rubs your lower lip, lavender gaze trailing on them before coming back to your eyes, a serious expression on his face. " But you did so good to me, lemme make it right, yeah ? Daddy's gonna heal your bruises ".

That night, and another, and a thousand other butterflies in your tummy, you discover, and Wakasa too, that a freak, a mean dom, such an unhinged monster can with the kiss of his princess turn into a king, an aftercare king.

[niko-ash]

Lovely

Lovely- Billie Eilish ft. Khalid

Shinichiro x AFAB!Reader 

Warnings: angst, no comfort, smut, OG Timeline (No time leaping), suicide, mental health issues. MDNI 18+, fingering, handjob, shower sex, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie. If you or someone you know are considering suicide, please reach out to your local hotline or emergency services. 

The call came later that afternoon, you hadn't been able to reach your boyfriend all day. The panicked words from Sanzu’s mouth came out in a jumbled mess when you answered. A soft thud was heard over the line, a sigh from Wakasa’s lips as he took over the phone. 

July 29th, 2003

“Baby you have to eat,” You crouched on the floor in front of your six-foot-tall boyfriend, your hand running through his hair as he sat on the edge of the bed. The bowl of rice and beef sat untouched on the bedside table. His empty dark eyes surrounded by dark circles and hollowed cheeks; he was looking through you. “Please Shin?” You tried not to let the desperation in your voice overtake the true issue at hand. 

Mikey’s death had taken a toll on him worse than you could’ve imagined. In such a short time he had lost a noticeable amount of weight and refused to leave bed. You weren’t blaming him; you understood the toll that grief takes on people. You were also grieving the loos of his younger brother; Mikey had become an important part of your life, you had walked with him to and from school most days, took him out for snacks and often took him out with you and Shin. His death was weighing on you, but Shinichiro was more important than your grieving process. The man in front of you was simply a hallow shell of who he was before. If he had had a shirt on then you wouldn’t have been able to see his lungs taking in air, he was so fragile under your touch. The hand in his dark hair cupped his face; he no longer leaned into your touch, no longer pulled you closer in bed. His mind was gone, you were simply caring for his body hoping he would return. 

“Baby, are you okay enough to shower?” No response. The light had simply been drained from his eyes. The ache in your chest, the choking feeling in your throat. The numbing icy touch of his skin under your hand and the resistance of fighting your own tears back. You stood back up, hand dropping from his face, to go turn on the shower. There was no way to describe the pain of what you were going through. Everyone told you that he would come back around, that this was all a part of the grieving process, and everyone handles death differently. But this was different. You would be lying if you said at first, you didn’t believe their words. There was less and less of him every time you looked at him. The steam from the water fogged the mirror you could once see yourself in. In the process of taking care of your boyfriend, you could see now you had been unintentionally neglecting yourself. 

You didn’t know how long you had been staring at your fogged over reflection, but it had been long enough that Shinichiro came to check on you. His eyes glazed over the mirror and then your body. You had also seemingly dropped several pounds. You didn’t recognize anymore. His shirtless figure reached out, removing your shirt and shorts. His sweatpants following your clothes on the floor. He guided the two of you into the nearly scolding water, the shower washing away tears you were unaware had fallen from your eyes. The water rinsed away the feeling of depression leaving you with nothing but numbness. Shin’s hands were on your waist, his lips on yours as he pushed your back against the shower wall. Droplets form his hair dripped onto your face. The taste of his mouth slowly kissing you brought a necessary comfort to you. Your hands trailed up and down his chest, not daring to go lower until he gave you permission to do so. Tears mixed with the droplets streamed like an unstoppable river down your face.

His fingers traveled down to your clit, slowly rubbing circles that sent shivers down your spine. Your hand wrapped itself around his cock, stroking him until you were both a moaning mess. Lips moving in sync as he inserted a finger in your entrance. You moved your moth to his jaw line leaving a path of open mouth kisses down his neck letting your tongue lick his skin before sucking on the sweet spot under the side of jaw. His moans, oh god how you missed hearing him. Your walls clenched around his fingers as he added a second one and moved at pace that was pushing you to the edge. His cock twitched in your hand when you delicately slipped your thumb over the slit of his tip. Removing your hand from him you sucked his pre-cum off the tip of your thumb. 

A whine left your lips when he pulled his fingers out of you without warning only to find one of your legs being lifted around his waist. He rubbed the tip of his cock between your slick folds, teasing you until you begged for it. Both your eyes watched as he pushed into you. The stretch that you had never gotten used to overwhelmed you, but you loved the feeling of him in you. Your eyes rolled back as he bottomed out giving your pussy a sudden thrust that hit just the right spot. His free arm held the shower wall above your head, his face pressed into the crook of your neck as he began thrusting in you at a steady pace. His hair was still so soft in your hands. 

“Fuck, Shin… oh my god.” Your orgasm was creeping up faster than you wanted to admit. He always did this to you though, fucked you so good you came within minutes. It wasn’t long before your high came crashing around his cock as he chased his own climax. 

“I love you, fuck I love you.” The words came out as a whimper from him. You pulled his face from your neck forcing his mouth back on yours which he was happy to do. His tongue easily won dominance over you. You didn’t mid though, you loved the feeling of him in your mouth, loved the taste of your lover. He rested his forehead on yours, a string of saliva connecting you together. You watched his face contort in pleasure as his thrusts became sloppier. He was on the edge when the words ‘I love you’ from your perfect mouth danced in his ears and sent him over. His seed leaked out of you from around his cock, your legs shaking as you pulled him in for another kiss. Water from long forgotten shower rinsed away any and all evidence of the moment that happened minutes before. Exhausting took over your mind when you both stepped out, turning the water off and him carrying you to bed. The last thing you felt before letting sleep take you was his lips pressing kisses on your cheek, mouth and forehead. 

July 30, 2003

“Hey, it’s Wakasa.” The man you had always known as Shinichiro’s best friend breathed your name through the phone. “I just got off the phone with someone else. I need you to listen carefully, okay?” Dread bubbled in your stomach. Something was very wrong.

“What is it?”

“Shinichiro jumped, I’m really sorry.” Wakasa heard the phone on the other line drop. The line had gone dead. Shinichiro was gone.

[manjiroismine]

Manjiro is a maze that’s easy to understand when you look at it from a bigger picture so when you were the first to see no the first to truly reach in his caged and barb-wired heart he tried to push you away but you were persistent in being in his dangerous life slowly he felt himself falling for you usually he didn’t waste his time in such trivial acts but you were like a flame he couldn’t extinguish no matter how hard he tried

At first he saw you as a pest but now your something more then that why do you want him a wilted rose that has imperfect thorns everywhere you would allow yourself to get pricked just to be with him why? can’t he simply kill you like the other’s stop it stop it

It hurt’s stop reaching into his black heart when he would slap you purposely hurt you just for you to leave you persisted to stay quit it he fucking hate’s you this burning feeling in his chest making him wanna claw his heart out and crush it when he saw you cry when he hurt you this feeling he thought he sealed away killed Mikey

When you finally broke like a dam water pouring out and the pressure crushing his bone’s he couldn’t fathom this but it’s for the better of your not here he can’t hurt you anymore if your not here he can’t yell at you seeing your sad smile and crestfallen face

Compared to you he’s a filthy insect your a saint he will do anything just to see you smile even if that mean’s he’s not the person walking beside you if only you hadn’t walked through his maze he caged enclosed chained and locked

He wouldn’t feel such a way

[benkeibear]

☰ 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

⧫ Characters: various TR characters

⧫ Reader: genderneutral

⧫ Summary: Just small Drabbles based on songs about how you guys broke up and why

⧫ WARNINGS: sadness and heartbreak

⧫ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! (This is a repost from my old url) Lyrics by Leanna Firestone

You already guessed something like this would happen, he joked about it too much and when he said he’s leaving for a business trip in two weeks time you knew it was his way of breaking up, when you got home that night his things were gone. Sure he was on a business trip but he had no intention of coming back home to you, as you were no longer his home.

„You gave me a two week warning, didn’t say it explicitly. You didn’t have to tell me, I knew that you would leave“

➸ Kokonoi, Kakucho, Benkei, Ran, Hanma, Taiju

It was heart wrenching, remembering how he promised you forever, talking of a future you two will never have, dreaming of getting married and staying in love until you’re old and gray. You got over it but every now and then you get reminded of what you two had and you feel your heart break all over again, like it hasn’t been a year without him already.

„Losing you felt like losing a limb. It doesn’t hurt anymore but I still get phantom pain every now and then“

➸ Chifuyu, Izana, Souya, Shinichiro, Takemichi

You knew things weren’t the same anymore but you never expected to see him texting „I love you“ to another person, finding their underwear in your closet was when you finally realized it for real - he was cheating on you, sleeping with another in your shared bed. You placed the underwear neatly folded onto his side of the bed and left, taking your pride with you when you left.

„Fuck the way I‘ve got no idea what you look like but I know your worst is better than my best. Fuck the way it ends up being you that I hate instead of him“

➸ Baji, Mikey, Nahoya, Rindou, Shion, Wakasa

It was a mutual breakup, you two decided that it’s not working out because you were always fighting about every small thing and it made you both realize that you have two completely different views of life and what you want for your future. Months passed and you found yourself smiling again, finding back to yourself when you realized that it’s better this way.

„I don’t even miss you, just the parts of me you took with you when you left“

➸ Hakkai, Sanzu, Kazutora, Draken, Inui, South, Takeomi

Networks: @tokyometronetwork

[kallikrein]

[ 15:16 ]

Wakasa couldn’t recall the last time he had told you he loves you.

Between his business and, well, other more pressing matters, he has no room to ponder whether he had said those words to you this morning or whether he had whispered it in your ears last night before going to sleep.

After all, he was the kind of man who believed that actions speak louder than words. Plus, he liked to think he’s a simple man. And simple men settled for simple, mundane gestures; with time simply spent together rather than saying what they lavishly feel out loud.

Out of the blue, he thought of the first time you had said those words to him.

It was one of those lazy days. You stood beside his bike. A handkerchief in hand and covering the giggles you got from his driving. While he sat still on his seat, revving the handle before him that made his engine proudly roar, as a slow, gentle smile form across on his lips.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh, but you do.”

Your eyes crinkled in the corners, and you giggled at him once more. The delicate sound filled Wakasa’s chest with warmth. Then it started to envelope around his heart — so swift and careless, that the muscle inside his chest rampaged so wildly. Yet, it didn’t feel bad at all.

In fact, it felt pretty amazing.

“Do I have to kiss it out of your mouth?” He teased.

Gasping at his boldness, you playfully hit him with a gentle fist to the shoulder. “You don’t need to do that,” you protested. “With a fancy bike like yours, well, it was funny how you were speeding below the minimum speed.”

He shrugged, “Just felt like it.”

Maybe his words turned out to be an inside joke, or maybe he was an idiot in love who didn’t fully understand what he’s saying. But, if anything else, you became more beautiful when you belted out a full-on laugh. The brilliant smile you wore. The tears of laughter you got. The easy acceptance of his stupid reasoning. It made him lowly chuckle alongside you.

“You’re something else, Waka,” you said. You shyly tugged his wrist so he’s properly looking at you, and when he did, you softly planted a kiss on his cheek, “Thank you for driving slow.”

“Whatever,” he mumbled. An embarrassed flush creeping up his neck. “You should get in,” he pointed at your door.

“Fine. So grumpy.” But before you could get ten steps further, you came back skipping with an unreadable look on your face. “Drive safe, alright? I love you,” you rushed to say in one breath before bowing 90-degrees, and went back again to foolishly barrel your door.

“What the hell,” was all he could mutter while he shook his head from the shock. Then a silly grin blossomed on his lips.

“I will,” he said to the cold air, “and I love you too.”

Now, he couldn’t exactly remember the times he was the first one to say it. Perhaps he did say it first on a few occasions and he only didn’t keep count. Maybe he did say it back last night and this morning because he could still remember the way you had smiled at him, with that bashful flutter of your lashes when he gazed at you.

However, this time around, he was absolutely certain he’s saying it first.

With springing tears in his eyes and a gaping hole in his chest, Wakasa whispered ‘I love you’ for the first and ironically the last time as he traced your face’s outline through the casket’s glass.

“Imaushi-san,” he suddenly heard someone speak, “they found the driver. It was reckless driving.”

this ain't proofread. dunno what i was doing. excuse the wonky timestamp and grammatical errors. i’ve been (( r u s t y )) lolol. i just wanna write down this shit. i missed writing for waka. anhywHey, hru guys :') oh wait, hi @mochi-coffee bshshjsjd

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