warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, drugs, sucking waka off through his undies, lots of cum + cum swallowing, clear hints of a toxic relationship, fem!reader
words: 1.3k
anyway this was supposed to be like a three hundred word drabble but it grew way out of proportion and now here we are. he’s so icky and yummy hehe c: inspired by that photo of his bedroom where he’s just chilling in his undies
Thinking about Waka in his undies :( lounging around in his tight black briefs :( thinking about lazing around with him, draped over his lap maybe, in your own undies :( a cute matching set of delicate lace and satin ribbons that clings almost tenderly to all of your curves and edges, something much too pretty to be hidden away beneath layers of clothing—or, at least, that’s what Wakasa had sworn to you.
Thinking about getting high with Waka in your undies :( straddling his lap with your palms pressed to his stomach and your giggles wafting across his face, using your tongues to shove smiley-stamped pills into each other’s waiting mouths, licking at the edges of teeth and chapped lips as they retreat.
Thinking about the manufactured bliss gushing through your veins in thick torrents nearly half an hour later, that sweet, sharp, telltale gasp he loves so much spilling from your lips as it hits all at once—eyes wide, mouth wider, lungs swelling with a heavy intake of air—one of those leery, lazy smirks smeared across his face.
Everything is heightened; smells and sensations, the scent of sugar twined with his breath as his mumbled words melt on your tongue, cascading down your throat in warm, tingling streams.
You can taste his voice, you swear you can, though he laughs when you tell him so, violet eyes lidded and heavy as fingers follow the line of your hair, the curve of your cheek, the edge of your jaw.
You’re so cute when you’re fucked up, he tells you, compliment shimmering in the air. It’s precious how low your tolerance is.
But he has to be careful, he’s mumbling to himself, almost as if making a personal note aloud, voice scrawling it in the air, eyes rolled up to the ceiling, forehead scrunched in serious concentration. If he isn't careful, he’s gonna ruin it, and then you’ll be no fun at all.
He needs to cherish this, to savour this, to indulge himself only sparingly in a effort to keep your tolerance from climbing too high. He doesn’t want to waste more drugs on you than he needs to.
You don’t really understand, but you suppose it doesn’t really matter either way—not when he’s here, and he’s so pretty, made of amethyst and gold and glittering in the setting sun pouring through the grimy front windows of his apartment.
It’s impossible to keep your hands off of him, desperate to feel his bare flesh against your own—the smooth, sleek planes of his abdomen, the bony bumps and ridges of his ribs, the soft curves and dips of his biceps—and, it seems, he feels the exact same way about you.
Time drips by in slow, stringy dollops as you both knead and fondle and caress and grope, marvelled by each other’s skin alone, by the sensation of each other below your palms, between your fingers, beneath your nails, hands gliding over one another until his cock is hard and flushed and leaking, constant dribbles of precum seeping through the straining black fabric.
It looks cute, you think, yearning for your touch, your tongue, and you trace it with an index finger, collecting the gluey mixture on the pad and giggling at the way his head flops back against the couch and his cock jumps, a groan rumbling behind his sternum.
Your cunt is soaked, too—he can feel it, drenched lace tacky against his bare thigh as your hips rock in tiny uneven movements. You don’t seem too concerned about it, though, despite the unconscious little rutting against his leg, more interested in his drooling cock.
His precum is thicker than anything you’ve ever seen before, messily oozing through the material of his briefs like sticky syrup, viscous, glassy cords keeping your fingertips conjoined as you idly tap them together, and you wonder aloud if it tastes as sweet as it looks.
Why don’t you lick it up and see for yourself? he says, hips nudging up just a little in indication, in anticipation.
That sounds like a wonderful idea, the best idea he’s ever had, you’re absolutely sure of it, you’re babbling with cute enthusiastic little nods of your head as your body slides down his own, knees sinking into his scratchy carpet, torso wedged between his spread thighs.
Holding his bleary gaze, your tongue unfurls from your mouth, tip flattening against the clothed head and giving one slow, hard lap, thoroughly sopping up the substance. Another fat glob instantly weeps through the drenched fabric, eager to replace what’s been lost.
It doesn’t taste as sweet as it looks, you’re astonished to discover, bitter and putrid like his favourite brand of cheap cigarettes, but you keep lapping away at it despite the taste, quick, firm laves of your tongue diligently blotting up the endless trickle.
Because you just can’t get enough of him; can’t get enough of the throaty whines and shards of curses you keep yanking from his mouth, splintered to bits by those sharp intakes of breath, can’t get enough of the way his hips jerk up in twitchy little motions with each roll of your tongue against his slit, his blunt nails scraping against the polyester couch cushions, his thighs flexing.
It has you drawing the whole head into your mouth, tongue curling around the underside and suckling on the tip, then rubbing over the head in faster, stronger strokes as your lips pucker around it, the cotton of his briefs beginning to chafe your tastebuds, each drag across his cock sprouting burning little tingles in its wake.
It has him cumming within mere minutes, hot and gooey and so, so much, soiling the inside of his boxers and staining your tongue with his taste. It bleeds through the fabric in steady surges, decorating his lap in pretty pearlescent piping, thick stripes of cream that have saliva pooling beneath your tongue.
You can’t help but lap them up, acrid and tart and burning your throat, a cruel trick your foggy brain, pumped full and drowning in artificial euphoria, has played on you yet again; looks like icing, is most definitely not icing, a notion you’ve discovered many times in situations exactly like this, a notion that refuses to stick.
Because it’s so pretty, way too pretty to be left to dry, hard and crusted and glazed, on a pair of cheap underwear, and you swallow all of it, not a single drop gone to waste, mopping him clean with your eager tongue until his briefs shine with your spit.
He cums so easily when he’s rolling, you’re giggling into his soggy cock, nuzzling your cheek into his lap, another weak spurt of cum melting through the material.
You collapse against his thigh, tongue dabbing at your lips, sopping up any remnants of him and humming softly.
You could stay here forever, you think, you drool out dreamily into his skin, tangled in threads of spit. He wouldn’t mind if you did, he admits quietly, a palm cupping the crown of your head, thumb moving in rhythmic caresses across your sweaty hair.
But then the grinding starts, jaw flexing and clenching against his bare thigh as your molars scrape together, and he’s sloppily hoisting you up with his thumbs hooked beneath your arms, cradling you in his lap.
Calloused fingertips, gone hard and numb from cigarette ash, massage soothing little circles into the hinges of your jaw—one of his many (failed) precautionary measures, to lessen the pain when the grinding and clenching starts.
“S’any better?” he questions and you shake your head, a small frown marring his face in response.
Reaching around your body, he fiddles in a small glass bowl, plastic crunching and candy tinkering, until his fingers find what they were searching for.
“Here,” he’s saying as he unwraps one of his favourite lollipops—half chocolate, half vanilla, fingers extra careful as they peel the candy from its casing—and holds the sweet to your lips, urging them to open. “This will help, I promise.”
So......here we are. I have no real defense here; I know they aren't on my writing list but hear me out. I love these characters so much. I love this game so much and have started replaying it and just need to write something for them. Also, warnings for bad French. I only took classes when I was a child and Waka says French things. So, I wanted to add that cause it's part of his character, but I know it feels a tad unnatural, do forgive me please. With that being said....enjoy
Oki
Not one to plan out dates. Oki loves just living with you, fighting and working together. Seeing the world or protecting the village it's all a dream so long as you're together. To some extent Oki sees most of your days as dates. You all spend so much time with each other, he gets bathed in your attention and in turns offers you his devotion. It's hard not to see that. Sometimes though, Oki wants to slow down and really remind you of his love. More often than not he'll ask Kai for help with planning. He wants to know what people tend to think of as romantic and he trusts her to not lead him astray.
Once he has a plan Oki will set it for the next day so he can just ask for you to clear your schedule. " It's been a while since we got to really spend time together, how about joining me for a trip?" This could mean anything, but you can mostly guess that it means he wants a nice day out. It's easy to agree and the Oki feels a glimmer of raw affection rush through him. Everything is easy with you, even something as small as this makes his heart pound in a way battle never does. He loves you endlessly and these moments oddly enough remind him of why. These simple days will never not make him happy.
Waka
Waka is a romantic, he adores all the little things in a relationship though he hardly gets to indulge with how busy is. That means when he does get a day off or even just a small moment to step away, Waka takes full advantage to spoil and be spoiled in return. Nothing brings him more joy than simply popping up to whisk you away for an adventure or humble little date. With plans to just relax and enjoy together Waka is willing to do anything you might find interesting. He's lived long enough to have seen or done most things but there's always a new feeling of life when he does things with you.
Today is one of those days. Free from stuff paperwork or having to save a town from illness Waka rushes to find you. The idea of a picnic is already flowing through his mind. Nippon has so many lovely places he still wants to show you. The bright smile you send his way only adds to his excitement. " Bonjour Mon amour. Has your day been well? Since we both seem to have time, shall we take a break, I already have a meal made and a spot picked!" The hope is always that you're willing to be whisked away for some time, you normally are and on days you can't he quickly changes the date plan so you can still spend time together. Truly it's all Waka could ever want. No matter what work he might have waiting or what plans he had it's thrown away when you turn that lovely smile on him. A nod of your head, your excitement for this date...he could never deny how he longs to keep that feeling with you.
Thank you for putting up with this lol. So, this was going to be just for self-indulgence but now I'm going to be using it for my dear friend @bird-brained-plague-doctor Those who have been here for a bit will know yesterday was her birthday. Thus this is now her extra gift from me that I share with you all. Happy birthday Birdie, thank you for supporting my writing!
a/n: I’m missing waka so much that just had to write him….I MISS YOU WAKA GET OUT OF KANTOU AND COME HOME
this is an enemies to lovers type thing so uh yayyyy?
character pairing: wakasa imaushi x reader
tw: cursing, jealousy, and young mikey be an asshole
Almost every single person on this earth has one person that they can’t get along with. All of their actions, snide remarks, and jokes just get on your nerves. They usually see you the same way too. There is just an undying dislike between you and this random person for no reason whatsoever.
Well, for you, that person happened to be Wakasa Imaushi.
It’s not like you hated him or anything, it’s just that there was always a bit of dislike between the two of you. One of you always seemed to be making a snide remark to the other, you never hung out with him outside the usual group setting, and it didn’t seem either one of you were very interested in changing that at least not any time soon.
Well, that was until one Saturday night when tensions were higher than ever.
You were casually sitting in Shinichiro’s room for the usual movie night, which is something that happened every weekend. Benkei was laying on the floor with a huge, spread-out blanket and a pillow while Shinichiro sat in a recliner. Mikey, Shinichiro’s younger brother, also decided to join and stuck himself on the edge of the couch, while Wakasa was on the other end. You ended up sitting right in between both of them, Mikey pretty much taking most of the couch.
The little guy’s a bit of an asshole.
Ultimately you were squeezed against Waka with a blanket you brought for the night. For that particular night, it was Benkei’s turn to choose a movie, which he chose random animated one. It wasn’t the best, but it was interesting enough that you all half-heartedly watched it. It was cold that night too, so your blanket was pretty appealing to most…
“Y/n, give me some of your blanket” Mikey suddenly said, reaching over and taking some of your blanket before you could even respond.
“Slow down, clingy” you laughed, throwing some of your blanket over Mikey’s thighs, who happily cuddled into it. Waka shifted around next to you, but you didn’t really pay attention to him, more so, you refused to give him attention. It wasn’t until he cleared his throat that you glanced over at him.
“Aren’t you going to give me some too?” he asked, a small pout on his lips.
You scoffed, before scooting closer to Mikey. Waka’s eyes darkened at the movement, and you could’ve sworn you saw him bite the inside of his cheek.
“Fat chance” you replied. “If I asked you to share your blanket with me, you’d laugh right in my face”
“That’s not true” he mumbled before leaning back. Silently, you shrugged before turning your attention back to the tv in front of you. Mikey silently leaned his head on your shoulder, and you leaned your head on top of his. This was common. Mikey himself was like your little brother, so it was only natural that things like this happened. It was also a normal thing among your friend group.
Well, not between you and Waka, of course…
After getting comfortable with Mikey, you paid more attention to the movie and finally became invested in the surprisingly good Disney-movie in front of you. You weren’t really into this type of thing, but this movie was actually good, so it was only natural that you were really into it. However, your attention was quickly snatched away when Waka suddenly stood up and grabbed your wrist.
You flinched in shock, not only from his weird actions but also from the look on his face. Waka’s lilac eyes were lite with an angry fire you’ve never seen before, and his lips were pressed into a firm, pale line. He then tugged you onto your feet, and you complied from shock.
“I need to talk to Y/n” Waka said to the others, his eyes not leaving yours. “If you’ll excuse us.”
“Ouhhh shit” you heard Benkei say just before you breathlessly followed Waka out of the room.
The white-haired male practically stomped outside, while he firmly gripped your wrist. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he dragged you around to a quiet place. His face was much more…angered? Something about him just screamed ‘I’m pissed’, from the way he gripped your wrist to the way his eyebrows furrowed. He was clearly not happy and if anything, he almost seemed…jealous.
After what seemed like forever of following an angry Waka, you were alone after you turned onto the street. The lights that lined the streets shone on yours and Waka’s face making everything seem more ominous.
It was only then, that you came back to your usual senses and yanked your wrist away from Waka, whose grip was so tight that lines were imprinted in your skin.
“What the hell was that about?!” you shouted, now getting angry that you were dragged out here for seemingly no reason. Waka on the other hand, hesitated, as all of his usual confidence left him. He couldn’t help but feel bad when he looked in your irritated eyes, especially after seeing how happy you originally were, but he dragged you out here, he had to carry on.
“Why do you treat me differently?”
“Huh?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about!!” he snapped. “You’re in there being all sweet with someone 10 years younger than you and giving hugs to everyone else, but you won’t even give me a part of your fucking blanket! Why?! Why is that?!”
You shrugged, caught off guard by his out-of-the -ordinary behavior. “I don’t know Waka. You’re always mean and snippy with me, so I’m pretty much the same in return. I guess that makes things different. Besides, it’s always been that way, right?”
“…..I don’t want it to be that way”
You froze, your eyes looking deeper into his own. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
A sweat drop ran down his face while he darted his eyes back and forth. It was almost as if…he was struggling to find the words. Obviously, he was nervous, and that especially showed when he started shaking and running his hands together.
“I duuno know. I…I just don’t want things to be this way anymore!”.
You watched as his face and ears cutely turned a bright shade of red. The dim light almost made the scene cuter---and you couldn’t help but let a teasing smile spread across your face.
“Don’t tell me your…embarrassed” you chuckled, a taunting tone slipping from your lips. Slowly, your hands slipped onto his cheeks and pinched them, giggling from the bright color of them. “Y’know, you’re kinda cute Waka”
The next thing you knew, your back was pressed against the concrete wall behind you as Waka pushed himself closer to you. His own hands took both your hands in his hands and lifted them above your head, pressing them against the wall. His nose was touching yours, his mouth only a breath away from your own. You couldn’t help but let a bright red blush come onto your own face as your heart thumped loudly against your chest.
“Who’s the flustered one now?” he whispered with a wide smirk on his face.
You swallowed, as your eyed traced up down to his lips and then back to his hungry eyes.
“What are you gonna do?” you asked, forcing yourself to make eye contact with him. “Kiss me?”
The words leaving your tongue was the only invitation Waka needed, as he leaned forward and captured his lips with your own.
Silently, he pulled away. His face was red, and he looked deeply into your eyes, as you drowsily looked back into his. Then he slowly traced his eyes back down to your lips and he leaned in, once again. But just before you could actually kiss again you heard some…. familiar voices.
“HELL YEAH!!!! KISS THEM WAKA! MAKE OUT WITH THEM!” Shinichiro yelled, clearly excited for his friend. After all, held seen the jealous looks he gave when you interacted with someone else... he couldn’t help but burst from happiness that his friend got the person he loved.
Shinichiro couldn’t exactly say the same.
“ENEIMES TO LOVERS? I THINK YES” Benkei squealed like a little girl who just got dressed up as a princess. He was clearly happy, and he pretty much fangirled until he threw his back out and physically could no longer fangirl.
Mikey on the other hand quite literally gagged before going back in to watch the movie again.
Of course, you and Waka were profusely blushing as you watched your friends cheer you on. Waka was still pining you to the wall, however you didn’t care. After all, his touch was amazing.
In fact, it was so amazing that you wished he could touch you forever.
It was then that you realized, you never hated him, you loved him. You just didn’t know how to deal with your emotions, so, you shoved them away and acted like they weren’t there. Unfortunately, you could no longer hide them after the kiss. It was just too amazing.
Who knew that the person who pissed you off the most was also the person you’d end up loving more than anything? And who knew that you’d have your happily ever after with him~
Title: Mikasa-like girlfriend
Request: yes
Couple: Baji x fem!reader, Mikey x fem!reader, Draken x fem!reader, Kazutora x fem!reader, Izana x fem!reader, Shinichiro x fem!reader, Wakasa x fem!reader
Category: fluffy
Content Warning:
Word Count: 718
Summary: headcannons about a Mikasa-like reader and some boys
A/N: I haven't watched AoT, but Mikasa is really popular and you were pretty clear, so I tried my best! Hope it's good enough
MASTERLIST ....... RULES ....... SERIES LIST
Baji:
You and Baji are a menace together. This hot headed boy loves to fight and is good at it. He doesn't need help, but knows you got his back anytime
And this is a life hazard for his enemies. You got his back no matter what
And you are strong. Baji loves it. He loves watching your back as you beat someone up. The way the muscles move as your enemy begs for you to stop
When he fixes your scarf Baji makes a knot so he is sure it won't fly away anytime soon
Baji is precious and you will protect him no matter what. No matter agains who. And this is dangerous.
Mikey:
Mikey thinks you are just like the other girls till you try to break Takemitcchi's arm for touching Mikey
After that he is thrilled, but won't treat you different. You are still his girlfriend and he will not let you get hurt fighting for him
You can't tell me Mikey isn't absolutely in love with your thighs. He can rest his head on them while knowing they are able to smash a watermelon
If you end up on a fight alongside him Mikey will not worry because he knows you can take anyone down, but he ends up keeping himself close to you
Mikey has his own safety blaket, so he understands how much your scarf means to you. He is honored knowing the scarf was a present from him
Draken:
Draken knows you can protect yourself, but will never put you on a fight if he can avoid it
He is the one who tries to protect you, so you two end up protecting one another in a lovely and powerful way
Draken likes your arms. He is a strong one himself, but feeling your arms around him sure is from another world
We know he is very careful, so he is very careful when touching your scarf. He ties making a cute bow.
Kazutora:
Kazutora loves it. He loves you being so strong and he loves how protective you are towards him
This boy will engage on risky fights just to see you beating someone to protect him
He also will do it as a test to see if you are really loyal
Kazutora likes to keep you close to him, sometimes even sharing your scarf
As about your body Kazutora wants to touch you every time. He likes to know you are there and that you will stay with him.
Shinichiro:
You are stronger than him, Shin knows that and is kinda into it.
Shinichiro knows you can be as strong as his gang friends and he absolutelly drools over your abs
He is a great leader and with you by his side Black Dragons is invencible. You can protect him from any attack
Even though he is prideful about having someone as strong as you as his girlfriend Shinichiro worries about your well being
Shinichiro always makes suro to wrap you on your scarf. He knows you love it since it was a present from himself and he think it's cute how much you like it
Izana:
Much like Kazutora Izana loves your strenght, but is not so showy about it. He will not risk having you stolen by anyone
Or hurt. Izana can't bear the idea of you getting hurt protecting him, so he makes sure you always walk behind him
You like that. Walking behind Izawa allows you to protect his back from any attacks.
Izana likes to fix your scarf to leave two long tips in case he needs to pull you closer for a kiss
He's pretty chill when you are around, but as soon as someone threat his life you are on alert watching every step of said someone
Wakasa:
He isn't so thrilled by fighting and you enjoy it. It's way better this way
Even though he is capable of dealing with enemies himself you are always up to beat anyone who tries to hurt him
Wakasa is flattered. He sure has some enemies who can catch him down guard and with you by his side thing are easier
As about your scarf Wakasa avoids touching it too much, but he will gladly wrap you on it or fix it if needed
can i request izana, kokonoi, wakasa and rindou with a s/o who procrastinates a lot but still got their work done without needing to stay up all night??
tokrev boys with a procrastinator s/o
ft. izana, kokonoi, wakasa, rindou
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content — gn!reader
notes — hi anon sorry this took so long ! HAHAHA ive been drowning in school work lately so it got pushed way back 💀 but i have only pulled an all nighter exactly once this year and im determined to keep that number <\3
⚜️ IZANA makes sure you complete your work and not waste a minute of being awake. He’ll remind you to stop wasting time when you zone out or when you’re on the brink of distraction. He won’t be subtle about it either; he’ll pick up a ball of crumbled paper and toss it on your forehead or poke your cheek with the end of a pen. He’ll constantly make time-checks as well, sort of in a condescending way to make sure the time pressure really gets to you because maybe next time, you’ll be more prompt in doing your work.
⚜️ KOKO will tempt you to come to bed. “Just do it tomorrow morning,” he’d say, knowing full well that he won’t let you leave the bed when he wakes up. He’s all for you chasing your dreams and doing what you want, but he gets real annoyed when it cuts into the time he’s supposed to spend in bed with you. He’ll complain a bit too because why’d you put it off for this long? before sighing and pulling a chair to sit beside you. He pulls your materials to rest between you two so he can understand what you need to do and help. The sooner you get it done, the sooner he’ll get you in bed.
⚜️ WAKASA just stays up with you and lets you do your thing. He’ll make a sound of distaste at the thought of you having to stay up late to complete a few tasks again, throwing a comment about how you should probably do something about your procrastination habits, especially since they affect him too. You always tell him he can just go to bed, you’ll only take a while, but he clicks his tongue at you and rests on the bed, near your desk. He doesn’t close his eyes. Instead, he pulls out his phone and keeps himself occupied, occasionally showing you memes he sees in his feed, waiting for you to finish.
⚜️ RINDOU is a menace and will test your ability to focus. He gets bored without you because he has nothing to do, so what does he keep himself busy with? Distracting you, if only to see how long you last before resigning to go to bed with him. He finds it pretty funny too—the way you freak out a bit once you realize you’ve deviated from the task at hand. He has the mind to try not to disturb you, out of concern and respect for you, but he’s just so bored that he ends up occupying your attention anyway, whether intentionally or not.
Hey I just reblogged this but I just thought I would submit my Waka x reader idea in case you didn’t notice the reblog, hehe 😜 I initially came up with an idea like this for my OC Mei, but I would love to see what you come up with!
Y/N is painting, or trying to paint, but can’t seem to think of something, Waka looks over their shoulder, noticing y/n is in need of inspiration, Waka, being his sweet, flirty self, and then ends up removing his clothes and modelling for y/n, y/n gets flustered, moves closer to try and paint his picture, gets distracted and things get a little bit carried away. Not quite NSFW but…
Yeah!
Draw me like one of your French girls
Author's note: This is a bit more of a modern au kinda thing. It would have been much longer if my brain wasn't ready to put that shit on smut mode.
You sit in your room silently.
The only sound any would hear was the strokes of your pencil against paper.
The room around you was dimly lit by the warm salt lamp beside your paper.
It was comforting, really. Even if it felt empty at times...
Sometimes, a man would visit. One you came to know as Waka.
You'd known him three years, and during that time, you learned so much about him...
You know you cannot stay where he stays despite how lonely you are. You cannot follow him.
So you wait for him.
You wait, and you create to pass the time. Sometimes it'd take days, or weeks for him to come to you, but you knew he'd show up soon enough.
Finally, he did, just as he always does.
With your window now ajar, he sat in its sill, smiling down at you, those lovely blue eyes meeting yours.
"Still drawing, I see." He spoke softly, just barely above a whisper.
He noticed how little progress you'd made in your art work and he smiled warmly at you.
"Ah.. I can't exactly get any inspiration for a piece..." You chuckle lightly as Waka settles into your room, taking off his shoes.
Despite being centuries old, he took to wearing more modern clothing as to not stand out.
His golden hair was tied up into a high ponytail, kept from his face.
He wore a pale purple flannel with blue jeans, all fitting his modernized style perfectly!
His smile turned to a sly smirk and he began to unbutton his flannel, "Why not draw me..?"
You take quick notice of his motive, swallowing a lump in your throat, "D-draw you..?"
As in naked?
He was stripping down...
It would be a good way to help you learn anatomy but... Him.. Waka...
It felt a bit suggestive, granted artists like you should be unfazed by such a thing!
Get it together Y/n! You've drawn naked men and women before!
Waka could see you trying to control yourself.
He knew the affect he had on you...
It was adorable, really.
You were never easily flustered. You were a special set of buttons, and he was still figuring you out.
Waka untied his hair, letting it fall to his shoulders and back, some over his face, framing it beautifully.
His flannel, now off his back, revealed his scarred, toned body, and pale skin.
Now... His bottoms were all that was left..
Slowly, he removed them, revealing to you all his glory.
It was... Beautiful.
The perfect work of art in its own right!
Perfect to draw!
You were feeling inspired already! Though there were some... Lingering thoughts here and there...
Waka settled on your bed, hair spread against the sheets like an open ocean of gold.
It was a slightly provocative pose to you, but you would not waste this learning opportunity!
"I can do that.." You muttered, trying your best not to prolong your stares as you began to work.
Just had the shitest day at work so let’s see how the tokyorev guys choose to comfort their cryin s/o
Warnings: swearing, fluff, lots crying, mentions of nsfw stuff but none, overly sappy men 🥴
All characters are 18+, no age warning but there is mentions of ran wanting to have sex so you have been warned
Characters: Ran, Wakasa, Keizo, Chifuyu
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Keizo ‘Benkei’ Arashi
Comforts with words of affirmation and food
When you usually come home from work you happily announce your arrival n make sure to throw yourself at the hulking giant softie that is your dear boyfriend.
But today you shuffle silently past a slouching Keizo on the sofa and straight into your shared bedroom, not even so much as a smile in his direction, he even lent up a bit waiting for you to throw yourself into him for a cuddle after a long day, but nope, nada, nothing just straight into the bedroom with the door closing quickly after your retreating back.
“What the fuck?”
Keizo pushes himself fully up on the couch and stares at the closed door in pure disbelief, his baby didn’t even say hello to him how could they, Keizo stands to his full towering height and with a lovely crack of his back he makes his way towards the door to leave a rap of knocks on the wood. When no reply comes he calls out to you.
“Baby, can I come in? Is everything okay?” Keizo makes sure that his voice is calming and gentle as he speaks to you.
“N-no I’m fine… don’t w-worry about it love… I’ll be out in j-just a minute…” Though you try to keep your voice steady Keizo can hear the wobble in your tone, with a sigh he ignores your request and quietly opens the door to slide himself into the dark room.
“No no K-kei I said… I said to wait m-m coming out now…” The tears are evident in your voice when you speak, he can practically hear you choking on the liquid that’s probably streaking lava down your face.
“No baby doll, I’m here cmon… I’ve got ya baby tell me what happened, was it work love? Need me to beat someone up for ya?” Keizos offer makes a quiet laugh bubble out of your mouth. He makes his way over to you to pull you into a hug, managing to stub his toe on the bed along the way though.
“Fuck! Shit that hurt!” He stumbles into your arms another giggle escaping you when he reaches for his foot to clutch it.
“It was just a shit day babe, got hectic and people were being really rude. M just stressed ya know…” You trail off as you tell him why you’re upset. Keizo let’s out a huff and wraps his arms around you to yank you down with him onto your plush bed sheets, his strong arms pulling your body to lay across his chest so he can stroke your hair n rub your back.
“You know what I’m gonna say right baby? They’re all fucking dicks, fuck em all your amazing at your job, no one does it better than you love. You don’t need to cry about this it can all be sorted out, just speak to them about it or you can just tell em all to fuck off n do whatever darlin.” Keizos gentle with you as he comforts you, he’s desperate for you to stop crying he hates to see his s/o upset.
“Mhm yeh your right babe…” You mutter back to him.
“Want me to order food? We can just watch a film n cuddle then baby, don’t have to do any cookin n shit.” Keizo hums, already pulling his phone out to order you both some food.
Ran Haitani
Comforts with physical contact. (Attempt at suggesting sex but none)
The slam out your front door caught all of Rans attention, his previous phone call now the last thing on his mind, he keeps his eyes trained on the hallway connection to the front door as he waits for you to make your entrance, prepared for the worst.
“Mochi I’ll call you back. Y/n’s just come home think somethings happened at work… yeh alright… okay talk later.”
Rans phone call finishes just as you storm through the archway, no greetings are thrown his way as your warpath heads to the bedroom, tears welling up in your eyes but you manage to keep them there till you hear a knock on the door and Rans smiley face pokes through the crack.
“Hi there dollface, everything alright?”
Ran makes his way towards you to envelops you in his long arms and rests his chin on the top of your head. Now your tears decide to stream down your face as you blubber to your man about how shit your day was and how much you want everyone to fuck off n leave you alone.
“Okay okay it’s okay baby! You do so well at your job, you’re amazing baby, don’t let any of these people speak to you like you’re not, and if they do I’ll blow a hole in their heads dollface. Now why don’t I make my baby feel better? How’s that sound wanna do it in the kitchen?” Ran actually goes as far as to wiggle his eyebrows as he looks down at you.
A tear filled giggle fills his ears and you whack his chest with a smile. “Nope not in the mood just wanna cuddle n eat some food.”
“Now that I can do baby, I already ordered your favourite n you know I can cuddle my baby for hours let’s go snuggle on the couch huh? Ooo put your fluffy pjs on too I’ll stick my slouchies on doll.” Ran gets way more excited about cuddling than you but hey it’s adorable.
Wakasa Imushi
Comforts you through listening and physical contact
The door creeks open, altering Waka to you entering your shared apartment. He leaves the kitchen to greet you at the door but as he goes to speak you breeze straight past him, eyes already reddening with unshed tears.
“Hey! Where ya off lovely? Not gonna say hello or ought, get your pretty ass back over here n give me a hug yeh? Tell me what happened huh?” He hums, a lazy smile on his face as he stares at you, arms lazily waiting for you to fall into him.
You practically wail when you whip around and throw yourself into him, the force of your body almost toppling the two of you over but Wakasa easily stopped you falling then quickly drops the two of you to the ground to hold your weeping body to him.
From there he just holds you as you cry for a good 20-30 minutes, you just sob before finally going on a rant about how shitty work was and how shitty the people there are.
Wakasa ends up with a very soaked top and you end up with an intense headache nd dry sore eyes.
Chifuyu Matsuno
Comforts with words of encouragement and gentle massages and kittens
Chifuyu’s still at the pet shop by the time you finish work, he sent Kazutora home early and told you that he was closing up.
You’d had such a shit day at work so instead of heading home you decide to head straight for Chifuyu’s pet shop, though the door sign says ‘Closed’ you push it open the jingle of the bell announcing your arrival.
“Oh sorry we’re closed! We’ll be open tomorrow morn- oh hey there my love, watcha upto?” Chifuyu saunters out the back with a kitten in his arms half way through his sentence, a happy smile that brightens up even more when he realises it’s you in front of him.
“‘Fuyu had a really shit day at work, can I come and cuddle the kittens and you? Or help I just need to be with you right now.” You manage to keep your voice stony until he beckons you into the back, the smile on his face becomes less happy and more upset.
When you get into the back Chifuyu’s sat on the ground in the kitten pen with 10 fuzzy little kitty’s surrounding him, in another pen next to him are about a dozen little bunnies just munching on food nd chilling. Your heart melts at the sight of him smiling up at you surrounded by fuzzy animals.
“We’ll cmon then love. Got some babies for you to cuddle, some venting to do and a man that loves you ready to cuddle of course!” Chifuyu’s upbeat voice has your tear ducts flowing and you quickly but calmly make your way into the kitten pen, you start to vent as soon as you get in tears now flowing as you pout about how shit work went. Quickly picking up one of the little kittens circling you and your boyfriend.
“Hey love can I say something? Those people were only rude to you because they’re jealous that you do your job so well, they’re just not nice people. And that manager was just covering her own ass cos she did shit wrong. Don’t listen to any of em, and hey if it ever gets way too much take some time off and come work here with me and Kazutora, how’s that sound love?” Chifuyu takes hold of your hand as he speaks, he lays a kiss on your hand after he finishes his little speech.
“Oh and I love you even more when you’re surrounded with kittens n fluffy things.” He adds on with a cheeky grin.
I can't stop think about the image of Wakasa and Benkei living together with reader (who is benkei's girlfriend) and them decide to invite Waka to their bed.
First of all, sorry for my english, it's not my first langguage so it cost me a bit to write. Because of that, this is a drabble, not a long one shot.
I really want to write some things in english, but i need to say that i don't take request in this moments because it's difficult to me to write in other langguage. Maybe I can translate some of my spanish one-shots and upload here 👉👈
Warnings: smut, implied threesome, drunk sex (all is consensual), little daddy kink??, breeding kink, some dirty talk, petnames (use of princess and bunny)
Pairing: benkei x fem!reader x wakasa
Word count: 354 words
Imagine be fucking with Benkei, his long and thic dick hitting you over and over. He says you that you're so beautiful, so perfect, that he loves you so much and he wants to make you the mother of his children. You're moaning so loud, you can't hide the pleassure.
Then, you two heard a knock in the wall, followed by a grunt. It comes of Wakasa's bedroom.
"You two have two options. Shut the fuck up or let me join" you heard.
Benkei and you look at each other, a little smile appears in your face. Maybe it's the alcohol but you find the idea of having the two men inside of you very attractive. Benkei knows your smile, and smiles back.
"Do you want it? My little bunny wants his cock?" he kisses you in your neck, rubbing your clit carefully. You tremble, moaning again because his touch, and nod.
"Y-Yes daddy... I want it" you whisper. Then, Benkei pinches your clit and bites your neck.
"What a greedy girl ...I'm not enough to you? You need other dick to make you feel satisfied?" he smiles in your neck, and then looks at the wall, calling his friend meanwhile he takes your body and place your back in his chest. He opens your legs when Wakasa enters the room, only with pants, confused. He doesn't expected that his little joke end like this, but when he looks at you, bitting your botton lip, your eyes full of lust and your brilliant cunt closing in nothing, he feels his hard dick pressing in his pants "C'mon little girl, tell him what you want" says Benkei.
"W-Waka...please, fuck me" you whisper, your hands opening your lips to let Waka see your wet cunt "I need you..." you heard a laugh in your back. Benkei strokes your tits.
"Do you heard that? The lady is waiting, Wakasa" he says.
He doesn't have to tell twice. Wakasa pull off his pants, his hard cock finally free. He gets on the bed, smiling at you.
"Hope you're prepared, princess. I've been waiting for this so long..."
