#ken ryuguji fluff

[stargirlstabber]

#moodboard; draken

[arlerts-angel]

thoughts on soft!draken ???

soft draken makes me melt 🫠🤍

i wrote a little (nsfw!) blurb about it here , but let's indulge 😌

i myself am guilty of painting him to be more aloof than i think he actually is.

draken is selfless with a big, soft heart. he is always putting others before himself. HELL, he didn't even mention his own injuries when talking about all the bad shit happening.

when it comes to being in a relationship with you, draken is patient, kind, a good listener, quick to forgive, and always goes above and beyond as a partner.

he knows your fast food orders, how you like your coffee or tea, and your favorite scents...

he'll never remind you of all the small favors he does for you, and he'll never stop doing small favors for you because it's one of the ways he shows that he cares. 🤍

you may have to put up with some playful banter and the fact that he isn't very fond of pda, but you can sleep well at night knowing it's you... it's you... everything he does is only and all for you.

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[firstdivisiongirl]

Hi there! I hope you’re doing well. I saw that requests for Tokyo revengers are open. So here goes… may I request hcs on how Chifuyu & any other male character of your choosing would react if their s/o was obsessed with the game “Love & Deepspace” but more specifically, one of the characters on there (e.g., Zayne, Sylus , etc.)? That game got some people in a chokehold right now lol (totally not speaking from personal experience…😅😆)Thx so much 🥹❤️❤️❤️

Hi! I am doing well. Thank you for the ask. I actually never heard of this game. I’m not a huge gamer, mainly because I just button smash and hope for the best. But I will destroy anyone at cooking mama lol. Anyways….I hope you enjoy!

Chifuyu, Draken, and Baji with a S/O Who is Obsessed with “Love and Deepspace”

Chifuyu:

Love that you found something that you like.

At first when you got really really obsessed, he was a little confused

He didn’t understand what was so great about the game.

Until, you asked him to try it

Then he understood

It was an amazing game

It was a dating sim AND a combat game

He was in love

You both loved Zayn the most

Because you loved his story so much

Whenever you would talk about it, Chifuyu would talk about it too with the same excitement

It was really cute

He would even buy and surprise you with merch from time to time

He hoped to be your Zayn

Draken:

Draken is used to hearing people talk about stuff all the time

He is Mikey’s right hand after all

But this was out of his comfort zone

He liked video games, but dating sims…

Not his thing

He sat there and listened.

Since he didn’t know much or understand the game, he just nods and agrees

Sometimes he makes a comment but not a ton.

Eventually, you get others involved and obsessed with the Love and Deepspace just as much as you

He can never not hear about it anymore

He hates that game now

But he’d listen to rants about it all the time, just so he could spend more time with you

He also listens to others conversations about it, so he can add things when you rant about it to him

Such a good boyfriend

Baji:

The bean

So lost

When he found out you loved this game, he wanted to try it

Maybe it was cool and fun?

He got so lost

He can’t tell who is who

What’s going on?

Chifuyu teaches him about the game

But when you tell him about it, he’s still lost

Poor Baji

He does buy you a poster or merch from time to time

That he can do

He listens to you talk about it

He’s lost, but it’s the thought that counts

Please do not copy, modify, translate or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated!

[evourein]

LOVED YOU BETTER - MOMENT OF WEAKNESS

ken 'draken' ryuguji x fem!reader

previous ; masterlist ; next

summary ever since your break up with your now ex-boyfriend, draken, you've been finding yourself more driven and competitive in figure skating than ever before to ease your mind. consequently being dubbed as "ms. triple axel" and deemed as one of the best in the new generation. but what if you reunite with draken during the japanese figure skating nationals, competing for the olympic spot?

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[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: I did dishes tonight and was bent over, yeah, you guessed it, filling up the Jet-Dry thingy and thought how nice would it be to have Draken come up behind me and whack me on the ass. And then it just got terribly, terribly out of hand and now we're like 2500+ words shorter on life. I'm so sorry I do this shit. But you don't have to read it. (THOUGH ILY ALL SM FOR READING IT!!!!)

C/W ::: Domestic!Draken x F.reader, fluff, some smut.

WC ::: 2,572

You're bent over the dishwasher filling up the rinse agent again. Because even though everyone that comes through your home CAN do things, doesn't mean they WILL.

You're filling it up and it hasn't spilled yet. Like, all of it has gone into the receptacle and it's perfect. You hear Draken's heavy, booted footsteps approaching you and you're so excited to tell him your stupid little feat over the dishwasher. "Ken! Ken! Guess what I just di-" he smacks your ass with a cupped hand. And so hard, too, that it almost makes you fall forward onto the open dishwasher door.

"What. The. Fuck. Have. You. Done!!" you say to him in a tone that's borderline scaring him. "Did you not see what I was doing here? I c- hoh man. Oh my god, Ken."

"W- why're you talkin' to me like that? What'd I do? Why ... why is your face so red, sweets, hm?" You stood up and turned around, the jet-dry all over your hand. And you're so much shorter than him. He doesn't understand this fear that's bubbling up in his stomach at the way you're staring at him with such ... murderous intent.

"Um, th-thank you for doing the dishes ... right? Is that what I'm supposed to say right now?" You slap his arm, making him yell in surprise. "Ow! Wha-"

"Don't interrupt me!" you yell at him. "You know damn well why I'm upset with you. Don't play dumb."

"Ohh, is this about the ass smack?"

"Yeah, it's about the ass smack! Do you realize how perfectly I was pouring that stupid dishwasher spot rinse this time? You just ... you ruined it! I'm gonna have to wait until it's run out and try again! AGAIN!"

He laughs. "Aw, baby, you're cute when you get all mad like this. It's adorable."

"Ryuuguji. This is not fucking funny to me! You can't just hit me like that while I'm trying to do something else. I was bending over for god's sake. You couldn't just, I don't know, tap me or something?"

"Uhhh, but you love it when I smack your ass, babe. Don't even try to deny it."

"That's beside the point! You can't do it every time."

"Well, maybe if you weren't so fuckin' hot when you're bent over like that, I wouldn't feel the need to!" You stare at him with your mouth agape. "I'm just sayin'!" he adds.

"Just. Shut up. And go back to your show." You turn around and start filling up the dishwasher again. He puts his hands on your waist, sliding them around to your stomach. "Ken ... I love you, but don't touch me right now."

"What if I don't wanna watch TV anymore? What if I wanna watch that pretty mouth of your wrappin' around my..." he pressed his erection against your ass. "Hm? You look so pretty."

"Are you kidding me?"

"What, you don't want my dick anymore? Is that what you're saying?"

"Yes! That's exactly what I'm saying! I don't want it right now because you're being insensitive!" He laughed.

"Why are you being so fuckin' psychotic about this? It's just the stupid spot rinse. And anyway, wasn't I helping you by getting more of it to circulate around in there? I think I deserve a thank you for being so insightful without even knowing it."

You turned around and shoved him away. "You're unbelievable. Seriously." You put the cap back on the spot rinse and walked away from him. "I don't wanna talk to you."

"Oh, come on! Baby, don't be like that! It was just a joke!" He followed you into the living room, where you were sitting on the couch with your arms crossed. "Sweetie, I'm sorry. I'll let you do your thing from now on, okay?"

"And how am I supposed to know if you're just saying that to appease me? You can't just apologize like that and expect me to believe you."

"I'll prove it to you. I'll watch your every move and make sure you’re not doing anything else before I smack your ass. See? I can be considerate too."

"Okay, well, if you can go a week without smacking my ass when it's poor timing, I'll believe you."

"A WEEK? I can't smack your ass for a whole week? Babe. Come on. You're being cra- unreasonable about this."

"I'm being what?"

"Nothing. Just. Fine. A week it is."

"Good." You smirked at him. "So, you can start by letting me finish filling up the dishwasher right now."

"No." He said. "Puttin' my foot down. And - and no. You getting all huffy about the fuckin' dishwasher has me hard as fuck and I want you to sit on my lap. Now."

"Are you kidding me? No! I'm not having sex with you after you made me spill my hard-earned dishwasher spot rinse!"

"Baby, it's just dish soap."

"AH-HA! It's not dish soap. It's a rinsing agent!" You don't know why you felt like you'd won the whole thing right then and there. But Draken just shook his head at you and walked to the bedroom and flopped down on the bed, undoing his pants.

"Fine. Just know that I'll be over here, jackin' off while you're doing your little thing. And you'll be missing out on a good time, so, you know. Your choice."

You didn't care. You went back to the kitchen and started filling up the dishwasher again. This time, you had a timer set for 5 minutes. If you couldn't fill it up in that time, you were going to give up and come back to it later.

Draken stayed on the bed with his cock in his hand, stroking slowly while he watched you from the bedroom. It was kind of hot, seeing you so determined. He knew you weren't going to let him win this one. And that turned him on. A lot.

But you couldn't do it. The timer went off and you still had a little left to do. And it pissed you off. You walked back to the bedroom and threw a pillow at him. "Happy?"

He smiled at you. "Why don't you come and find out?" You looked down at his hard cock and back up at him. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the pillow, throwing it back to its spot on the bed.

"I'm not gonna have sex with you while you're being such a brat." You started to walk away but he grabbed your arm and pulled you toward him.

"I- sor- sorry. I'M being a brat? Who the fuck do you think you are! Talk-" he pulled you so you were standing right in front of him and yanked your yoga pants and panties down in one motion. "Talking to me like that. You're the brat here, brat. And you know what," he laid you over his lap so your ass was in the perfect position to spank, "you're about to get a little lesson in respect. I'll show you who's a brat."

"K- Ken ... don't you dare!" But he was already bringing his hand down on your bare ass, making you yelp in surprise. "Ah! Ow! Don't you fucking dare!"

He smacked you again, harder this time. "Respect, bitch!" He smacked you again and again, alternating between cheeks. "Who's a brat now?"

"You, Ken! You! Oh my- oh my god, please stop!" You were laughing so hard that tears were running down your cheeks and you couldn't believe he was doing this to you. It stung but it was also turning you on.

He stopped spanking you and pulled you onto his lap, laying you on your side so your ass wasn't touching anything. "You okay, baby? Huh?" He ran his fingers over the red marks on your skin.

"I hate you so much," you said, still laughing.

"No. You don't." He kissed your cheek and ran his hands over your body. "You love me."

"Yeah, I do."

He lifted you up and positioned you so you were straddling him. "Good. Now. Let's have sex."

"Um. I don't think so." You slid off of him and looked around for your pants. They were in the garbage. "Really, Ken? The garbage can?"

"What? It's not like I meant to throw them there."

"Mm-hm. And besides, you just spanked me! Multiple times! So no. N-O spells no." You started to run away from him, still bare assed. Your ass jiggled all the way down the hallway and he couldn’t take his eyes off of it. 

"Oh, no, you don't!" He ran after you and tackled you onto the couch, pinning you down with his body. "I didn't say you could go anywhere. You're staying right here with me."

"Ken, please!"

"Please, what? You want me to spank you more? Is that it? You liked getting your ass slapped, huh? You little slut." He pushed his cock against you, pressing it against your clit. "You wanna get fucked?"

"Yes! Yeh-hess, I want you to fuck me, Ken."

"Hmm. Not so fast." He pulled away from you and got down on his knees on the floor, lifting your legs up over his shoulders. He kissed the inside of your thighs, his lips ghosting over your skin. "You know how much I love these thighs of yours?"

"Mhm. Ken, please."

"Really. Now you're begging me for it? You're fuckin' unbelievable. So needy 'n shit. Got some nerve." He pressed his tongue against your clit, flicking it back and forth. "I don't know if I'm ready yet. You're gonna have to work a little harder than that to get me going. 'Sides, you had your chance. Several, actually. So really, this is your fault." He went back to licking your pussy, his tongue delving into your folds. 

You brought your fingers to your mouth and licked them, rubbing them over your clit, moaning as he ate you out. He pushed your hand away and replaced it with his own. He started to rub your clit faster, making your hips buck up. "Mm. Good girl."

"Ah! Ohh, fuck!" Your orgasm hit you hard, making you moan loudly. "Ken! Ahh, fuck!" You tried to push him away, but he kept going, licking and sucking at your wetness until you couldn't take it anymore. "I can't! Fuck, I ca- hah!"

He finally stopped and sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with his hand. "There. Now. How do you feel about fucking me now?"

You laughed at him. "Fuck off."

"Aww, come on, baby. You know you wanna." He leaned forward and kissed your lips, his tongue dipping into your mouth. "Let's finish filling up the dishwasher together, hm?" He helped you up and pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you completely naked.

"I can't believe you," you said, laughing. "You really did that."

"Hey, you said no sex. I was just taking it a step further by removing all of your clothes so you couldn't even pretend you were gonna have sex with me. In this household, nudity is not frowned upon. In fact, I may tell our friends that if they come over, they have to take their clothes off. You'd like that, huh? I see the way you look at Mikey and Baji. Kazutora sometimes. And Chifuyu. And Mitsuya."

"OK! Jesus. Yeah, your friends are hot. But I'm in love with you, you caveman."

"I know. But it's okay. They don't mind that you're in love with me, either. So don't worry about it. You can fuck any of them if you want."

"I ... wh-what? I don't want to fuck them. I just like lookin' at them. Jesus. Way to give me up so fast! Wait, have they - have they said anything about wanting to fuck me? No no no. Don't answer that. Let's just do the dishes so you can fuck me."

He laughed and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you toward the kitchen. "Fine. Come on, then. Let's fill up the dishwasher and get you back into bed for round 2."

"Oh god, please don't call it that."

"What? What else would you call it? Fucking?"

"Yes, that's it."

"Oh, right. The fucking. Got it." He walked over to the dishwasher and grabbed the spot rinse. "Here. Fill it up. I'll watch." He leaned against the counter, his arms folded across his chest.

You sighed. "Fine." You picked up the bottle and filled it up, not spilling a drop. "You're ruining my fun by watching me so closely."

"Nah. You're just being a little brat again." He stepped closer to you and pressed his erection against your back. "And you know what happens to brats, right?"

"Yeah, they get punished."

"That's right, baby. That's exactly right." He spun you around and kissed you, his lips pressing against yours hungrily. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard right here on the counter, you’ll never do the dishes again without thinking about my cock."

You giggled and shook your head at him. "You're such a horny fuck, Ken. I love it." You started to push his boxers down his hips.

He pulled them down and stepped out of them, his cock hard and ready for you. "That's my girl. You ready for me?"

"Mhm." You lifted your leg up and wrapped it around his waist, pulling him closer. "Fuck me, Ken. Fuck me right here."

He thrust his cock into you, making you gasp in surprise. "There it is. That's what I love hearing from you." He fucked you hard and fast, his hips snapping against yours as he pounded into you. "Ahh, fuck. You feel so good. You feel so fucking good."

"Ohh, Ken! Ah! Fuck! Oh my god! Hah!!!" You cried out, scooting closer and closer to him off of the counter.

"Yeah? Fuckin' feels so good yeah? Fuck I love it when you're loud!" He began thrusting even harder into you.

"No! There's a fork stabbing me in the ass, get me off of here!" you yelled, trying to get away from the sharp metal object.

He laughed too hard at that and picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom. "There you go, baby."

You sighed in relief. "Thank you." He climbed onto the bed with you and pulled you on top of him. "Now I want you to ride me. Ride my cock." He held your hips and helped you move up and down on him. "Fuck, you're so hot like this. Yeah, just like that."

You moaned as you rode him, your hips rocking back and forth as you took him deeper. "Ken, you're so fucking good." You leaned forward and kissed him, your tongue sliding into his mouth. He kissed you back, his tongue rubbing against yours.

He started to thrust up into you, matching your rhythm. "That's it, baby. I love forking you." He smirked.

"What the fuck did you just say? I'm done. This was not meant to happen today." You climbed off of him and went to the bathroom to clean up.

"Babe, I'm sor-" he couldn't talk he was laughing so hard. "I'm sorry! Come here. C'mere."

"No. You know what? No. Go fork yourself, Ryuuguji. Don't speak to me for the rest of the day." You chuckled.

You don't know what you did to deserve this beautiful man in your life. But you thank the God's everyday that he loves you back.

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To the people I never tag, I only tagged you because you <3'd my silly little post. I won't tag you in anything else (unless you specifically request to be so. Thanks!)

[ryuseibutgayer]

imagine darken with a s/o who loves playing horror games but is constantly on the edge of a panic attack with playing them 😭he’d be so done. I’m playing subnautica rn and I love it but I feel like I’m gonna cry at any second 💀

Ok for me it's just the fact that it's underwater that makes me go ":v FISHIES" but I do see all those tiny spaces you gotta go to with the giant weird ass creatures being a little freaky 😭 I mean then again I'm me so I'm not really fit to play horror games 💀 Thanks for requesting! Get ready for another panic attack 🙂 JKJK

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• So you know backseat drivers right?

• He's a backseat mother.

• He'll advise you on what to do BEFORE stuff happens after watching a bit of gameplay and get really invested- if you fail at all, he'll just whisper some encouragement and remind you of where to go if any progress is reset, then he'll just like shut up for the rest of the time

• The reason why he's so quiet is because when you first started playing you annoyed the living *shit* out of him with your constant, unpredictable "aH! 🐥" peeps. So he just slunk into your room like "what the fuck." He started watching and then the next time you reacted in fear with a loud shriek or something, he got scared by the noise you made 💀💀

• This brought him to just stick himself onto the back of you like a backpack so you're less reactive

• He'd still chew you out for a good minute into gameplay when you kept squealing in his ear 😭💀

• He'd also like flinch now and then if you freaked out after a while of being silent- He'd swat you but only barely cmon

• After you start calming down, he'd start chipping in with some tiny stuff he noticed, and then this progresses into like the first two descriptions of him

• If this is a hobby for you, he'll just walk in to see you warming up the game and just hit his head on the wall or sigh, depending on the game 💀

• He will support your gameplay, but if you're a loud shrieking chicken he's gonna get so fucking fed up lmao

• You want merch? Yeah!

• You want new gaming stuff? Yeah!

• You wanna new game? N O 😭 NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN

• If you start having an off game, he'll talk a liiiittle shit to fuel you, but if you turn the headset and controller to him, he'll gladly take it

• He's the silent but super flinchy and angry horror game player 😭 please take it from him the second time he dies.

• Hey if you DO start crying, he's there to cling onto and shake his head 💀

[haihaihaitani]

New Ink ~ *Ken Ryuguji*

Summary: Draken is looking to get some new ink to match the tattoo he has on his head. You came for moral support but he mentions the idea of getting a couple tattoo...

Pairing: Ken Ryuguji X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluff Drabble

Word Count: 650

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

"So what do you think you're going to get?" You ask, flipping through the catalog of art at the tattoo parlor.

Draken, who was waiting for the artist, shrugged. "What do you think I should get?"

You set the catalog down and narrow your eyes at him. Draken didn't have many tattoos as it is, but he felt that he needed some new ink on his arm. You thought you'd go with him, as moral support. You didn't think you'd be helping him make such an important decision. Getting something permanently inked onto your skin was a big choice. Still, you felt like you knew him well enough to pick a good tattoo for him.

"Well, considering you already have the dragon on the side of your head," you replied, gesturing to where his ink was prominently displayed. "I think you should keep the theme going. Whether it's another dragon, or maybe fire. Something like that."

"Hmmm." He hummed in response. "I suppose you're right. Maybe I should get a dragon up my whole arm. How does that sound?"

You imagined an elegant black dragon circling around his forearm and bicep. It would match well with the tattoo on his head. Besides, when you held hands with him, you could imagine your fingers trailing up and down, tracing the ink. You nodded.

"Yes, it would be perfect."

At that moment, the tattoo artist came in and asked what he was looking for. Draken explained the tattoo concept, mentioning how he wanted it to look at least similar to the one on his head. The two discussed everything from the style to the color to the size of the tattoo. Draken was very precise in what he wanted and only made minor adjustments to his idea.

The artist then turned to you. "And what about you? Are you thinking about getting some ink done?"

You quickly shake your head. "Oh, no. I'm just here to support him. That's all."

He nodded, but said, "Alright. Usually when a couple comes in, they're looking for a couple tattoo. My apologies for assuming. Shall I give you a cost estimate?"

"That'll be great, thanks." Draken nodded towards the artist, and as he left, he turned to you. "Maybe you should get a tattoo."

"What?"

He shrugged. "I'm just saying. I think it would be hot if you got a tattoo that kind of matched mine. Doesn't have to be as big as the one I'm getting or be in the same spots. But you don't have to if you really don't want to."

You folded your arms in front of your chest before you raised an eyebrow at him. "You think I'd look hot with a tattoo?"

"I think you'd look absolutely sexy with a tattoo." He whispered with a smirk. He then gave a nonchalant shrug. "But, like I said, it's up to you."

The artist returned and gave Draken an itemized list. "So, this is a cost estimate for your tattoo with a payment plan option. Does everything look good to you?"

Before he could say anything, you spoke up. "Actually, can you add another small tattoo onto the bill?"

"Sure, what are we thinking?"

You tapped the inside of your left wrist. "I would like an emerald the size of a stamp right here."

He grinned. "Yeah, I can definitely do that. Photorealistic, I'm assuming?" When you nodded, he took back the list from Draken. "I'll add it to the cost estimate and give you the new numbers. I'll be right back."

As soon as he left, Draken raised an eyebrow at you. "An emerald? Why?"

"May birthstone." You winked at him. "And maybe, I'll get another one as my birthstone in the future. But I'll start with yours."

He smirked. "Sounds like a great idea. I can't wait to see just how sexy you'll look with a tattoo, my treasure."

[hxpel3s5-slxxt]

𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖉𝖘

Characters: Ken Ryuguji

A/N: In honor of National Girlfriends Day, I bring you this trash ❤

"If you really loved me, you would help me take out these braids, but that's okay; keep that same energy."

You say, rolling your eyes before turning around and going into your shared room.

"I never said I wouldn't help you. I said, "Hold up.""

"Mhmm, whatever."

You hear Draken audibly sigh as he continues to work on the blueprint for his next bike. This type of playful banter was common between you two. Ken has been busier as of late, but he always manages to make time for you!

Even if Ken is unable to make time for you, he always ensures that your hair or nails are done. I'm talking 40-inch bussdown, goddess braids, almond nails with charms, and French tip nails!? You name it, and he will find a way to get it to you. It may not happen when you want or anticipate it, but if you love and respect him, he will treat you like a goddess.

"Lemme help you now."

You look at him like he's crazy. Did he not see that you were almost done?

"Boy, I'm 'bout done. You can wash my hair, though!"

You take down the last braid and make your way to the bathroom. You run some warm water and hear Draken come up behind you.

He pushes your head under the water and begins to shampoo and condition your hair. His calloused hands and smooth fingertips rubbing up against your scalp mixed with the warm water and suds, you became so relaxed, you don't even notice you begin to fall asleep.

You wake up in clean clothing, wearing a brown silk bonnet. Draken is sitting up in bed beside you. He notices your movement and realizes you're awake.

"You were locked OUT. WWE type shit. Almost thought you wouldn't wake up." He laughs.

"Boy, shut UP." You say, pushing his shoulder playfully.

You pat your head and notice your hair is in two French braids. "I braided your hair while you were asleep." He explains.

"You washed me too?" You ask, referring to your new clothes. He hums and nods his head, looking down at his phone. "Thanks, stink, I ain't ask you to do allat though." You shrug, kissing his temple.

"You shouldn't have to ask." He shrugs. You lean on his shoulder, lightly tugging on his braid.

"When're we gonna wash yo shit?" You tease.

"Don't start with me." He chuckles.

He already knew you just wanted to practice on his head. You've been harassing him these past few weeks.

"I'm just sayin'!" You threw your hands in the air, shrugging.

He laughs at your poor attempt to do his hair before laying down and turning on Berleezy to fall asleep. You lie next to him, hand and head on his chest, as he places the phone on a picture frame.

"I love you." You say.

"I love you too." He replies as he begins to rock you to sleep.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

I just read your a headcannon about sweet shy Chubby female Reader asking to slyly can sit on Draken, Baji and Mikey, lap innocently. You think you could make a other headcannon with sleepy shy Chubby female Reader who just woke up kinda interrupt Draken,Baji,Mikey hang out/game night or whatever they do for hang out ? 

 You think could add Reader looking adorable the way she wakes up rubbing her Sleepy eye, and her chubby cheeks is all blush being too warm under covers, and her messy bedhead, her Pajamas is kinda all twisted from moving around in her sleep. 

When she sit on their lap she ended up snuggling into his chest, she will gently rubbing her head against their chests and making cute happy noises (lol I do this sometime to my pillow and happy noise before going off to my dreamland 😆)  all the while she  listens to the guys chatting about whatever they are talking about as a background noises before going to dreamland and begin to lightly snores and just over all being clingy.

I hope this make sense and you are okay with it.

This is a great prompt for Draken! I'll go ahead and do this short for him.

Sleepy Heads: Ken Ryuguji x Fem!Reader

wc: 201

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It's warm.

And the bed is woefully empty.

From the sound of it, you can still hear the guys hanging out in the living room. "Draken?" You rise out of your sleep with a hum. You slowly make your way out of bed and shuffle towards the sounds of excited chatter and chips ruffling in bags.

"Ken?" Your boyfriend comes into view seconds later, and you rub your eyes, trying to avoid the bright lights of the television.

"Hey," Draken replies, reaching out to you from the couch. "Are we being too loud?"

"No." You walk around the back of the couch and settle into Draken's lap easily. He instinctively wraps his right arm around you and returns to talk to the others as you nestle into his chest. The fabric of his shirt is cool enough to ease your overheating, and you feel more at home with Draken on the couch than you did in bed by yourself.

Maybe this is all I needed, you think to yourself, humming in delight as you fall back asleep.

[emmyrosee]

“Halfway across the country with a ziploc bag full of your hair” bro that’s me fr

THEM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND!

includes : ken ryuguji and baji keisuke. they are in their late teens/early 20s.

note : UR WELCOME TO THE FOURTEEN REQS IN MY INBOX BEGGING FOR BAJI CONTENT! i was gonna write mitsuya and mikey but i got tired lol

ken ryuguji as your boyfriend.

he loves taking you out on his bike. he likes how you hold him so tightly, and he likes the feeling of your cheek pressed against his back. when you first asked him, he was a little wary at first because he was kind of scared you might get hurt, but who was he to say no to his girl?

the girls at the brothel fucking love you. you exchange makeup tips and self care remedies, they pinch your cheek and tell you how cute you are. "hi love, what are you doing here looking so pretty!? ain't she pretty, kenny? yeahh he thinks so, look at him, he's blushing" "'course i think she's pretty, i'm the one dating her" oh and they love to give you life advice too; men, money, independance, all of it. draken is embarassed by how they act, but you think it's sweet.

he hates being posted to your socials. he's cool with it if his face isn't in the picture, but he values his privacy. his own social media presence is practically nonexistent, other than one highlight with one story from your birthday of you holding flowers he got you. the song he posted to you is my girl by the temptations.

though he likes his privacy, he does like pda. not intense pda, it's not like y'all have your tongues down each other's throats in public or anything, but he likes a lil kiss here n there. his arm around your waist, or your fingers intertwined with his. a kiss on your shoulder, and always one on your lips before you part. and while he doesn’t typically like to make a scene, when he misses you its a whole different story. he loves when you run to him when you see him after being away from each other for far too long, throwing your arms around his shoulders and his wrap around your waist to spin you around, peppering the side of your face with kisses as you tell him how much you missed him through giggles. "missed you too, angel," a kiss on your jaw. "i'm sorry i've been so busy lately," a kiss on your cheek "'m gonna make it up to you though, i promise." a kiss on your lips. yeah, it's that kind of pda.

he will call you so many pet names, it's not even funny. they're out of his mouth before he even realizes it. it's not like he hides his loving side exactly, it's just that with you, he gets to be a whole other type of gushy. his friends make fun of him whenever they get a glimpse of his softer side when he speaks to you, but he does not care!!! he'll never stop calling you his pretty princess or kissing your cheek or holding all your bags when you go shopping just because his friends think he's whipped. he would happily admit that they're right!!

baji keisuke as your boyfriend.

he may come across as cold, but make no mistake, physical touch is his love language. he always finds himself gravitating to touching you, even in public. whether he's holding your hand or resting his head on your shoulder or tracing hearts and stars into the skin of your thigh, he just wants to touch you!!! in private, it is so much more egregious. he'll be on top of you, attacking you with kisses, hands roaming over your skin. he loves when you sleep over because then he can extend his time to cuddle with you. he likes little spoon and big spoon equally, he just wants SOMEONE to be held!!!

he has and will fight someone for you, absolutely no question. he doesn't exactly get jealous, you express how much you love him enough for him to have interalized it, but he does let a threat or two slip out when a man's flirting with you right in front of him. when someone is being creepy to you, yes, he has been known to throw a couple punches. he'll stop when you ask!! its not like he's batshit!!!! when he's finished, you tend to his wounds. muttering about how stupid he is but giving him a kiss to his temple.

he knows how obsessed you are with his hair. he watches you from the corner of his eye, staring lip tucked between your teeth as he puts it up. he complains, but he secretly loves it. "man you treat me like some slut" "true i'm just using you for your hair. one day you'll wake up bald and i'll be half way across the country with a ziploc bag full of your beautiful hair" "i hate you" he loves lying on top of you, cheek pressed against your chest as you run your fingers through your hair. he always ends up mumbling how much he loves you when your fingers find their way into his hair. he also lets you play around with different hairstyles too! his favourite will always be a half up half down moment :p

he calls you bro more than actual pet names tbh. generally, he doesn't use a lot of pet names because he'd rather call you by your name, but when he's being extra sweet or when he's tired, he'll use them. you love how cute he is when he's about to fall asleep, he starts going on and on about how much he loves his pretty girl. "soo sweet to me, love you soo much... my lovely girl... my love" he'll whisper into your neck, not even knowing exactly what he's saying himself as his eyes slowly flutter shut. when he's in a good mood he'll greet you with a lil "hey baby" or "hello perfect beautiful girlfriend" bc he's annoying like that 😞

he can ALWAYS tell when something is wrong. a clench of your jaw or a slight falter in your eyes, he immediately knows. he'll ask about it as soon as he picks up on it. he's surprisingly very good at comforting. he'll listen as long as you need him to, he'll give you a temple kiss, a gesture that quickly became a sign of love and understanding in your relationship. he'll kiss you on one, then the other, and add "to ease your mind." and you laugh because it's corny, and he rolls his eyes and claims he's never doing a nice thing for you again, but he grabs your hand to take you out to eat because he knows food is the best comfort.

[arlerts-angel]

Hey girl, hey.

I need a handwritten letter from Draken (who I HC to actually have nice, clean penmanship) apologizing for spacing on a date you were excited about because Mikey made him go somewhere that he didn't want to go in the first place.

Please and thank you, Mack!

here you go bestie 🫶

fem reader + pet names: babydoll and princess

[chalkscene]

tokyo revengers ⇢ YOU’RE TOO DRUNK TO RECOGNIZE YOUR BOYFRIEND

ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani, ran haitani & shuji hanma

warnings: alcohol and a very hammered reader. the boys are more responsible than you <3

this is one of the rare occurrences wherein MIKEY actually shares his food. when you’ve finally given up on fighting him for the last bottle of alcohol, you start whining about your sudden hunger so he slides his plate of nachos over to you. he watches you eye it for a second before you drag your gaze up to him. “i have a boyfriend you know?” you tell him, your attempt to be menacing coming out pathetically as the attitude dripping from your tone is dampened by your slurred speech. mikey doesn’t need the club to be well lit. the strobe lights already illuminate your face enough for him to get a clear view of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. “i know,” he confirms with a tinge of exasperation, “because it’s me. mikey. your boyfriend.” he emphasizes his last words, his last effort to knock some sense into you but you only let out a cackle which catches him off guard. “nice try but mikey never shares his food.”

“that’s enough.” DRAKEN snatches the last of your many drinks for the night before you can gulp it down. being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he can already hear the complaint that’s about to slip from your tongue so he’s quick to pull you by the wrist, up from your seat and out the door. “where are you taking me?” you ask as clearly as your drunken state can let you—not so much but enough for your boyfriend to understand. “home.” at his curt reply, you yank your hand from his grip with a strength that startles even toman’s former vice president. “what the hell are you doing?” draken hisses lest you make a scene in public. “i’m calling my boyfriend,” you warn him, “bet he can kick your ass.” “yeah? i’d like to see him try.” he dismisses your empty threat, reaching for you once more to guide you to the exit but upon hearing a few whispers from prying strangers who are clearly getting the wrong idea, he stops in his tracks and turns to no one in particular, no longer caring about whatever commotion he may cause as his voice booms over the loud music: “i’m the boyfriend!”

“let me go!” you relentlessly thrash around, yelling out threats of calling your boyfriend, while BAJI—the boyfriend in question—pulls you into an empty alleyway to avoid any possible public humiliation for the both of you. “fuck,” he huffs out a breath, “when did you get this strong?” some time in the night, he’s tuned you out telling him off, on a sole mission to stop you from drinking more than you already have. and he’s relieved he managed to get you out of the bar—that is until he hears a weird noise coming from you. “wh-” baji doesn’t get the chance to utter a single word as you begin to throw up. in a panic, he hastily puts your hair up with his spare tie before rubbing soothing circles on your back. your hair looks real messy, he notes, but that’s the least of his worries. “you feeling better?” he checks on you after a while, only to be met by more retching, making him grumble to himself, “and i get an earful when i drink too much.”

MITSUYA is helping you get on your feet—sweet boyfriend he is—but as soon as you find your footing, you give him a hefty shove. “i have a boyfriend, jackass!” you seethe, too drunk to recognize him, and all he can do is sigh as he regains his balance. “yes. me.” something clicks in your brain at his response and you squint your eyes to get a better look at him. “takashi?” “hi, love.” and just like that, you perk up, your mouth stretching into a wide grin. “taka,” you squeal, excitement coursing through your veins when you recognize your boyfriend, “hiiiii~” he laughs at the shift in your tone and takes the opportunity to slide an arm around your waist once more. “let’s get you home okay?” “mhm.” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you with ease. mitsuya assumes you’re fast asleep until a few minutes later, you mumble something against his skin, “someone tried to flirt with me but i said no.” a chuckle bubbles past his lips as he adjusts his hold on you. “really?” “mhm,” you nod into his neck as you snuggle closer, “i only love you.” “i love you more.” “love you most,” you reply before soft snores fall from your lips and your breathing evens out.

you’re rambling about RINDOU to rindou himself, going on and on about the reasons that made you fall in love with him. and while you’re occasionally interrupted by your hiccups, he patiently listens to your every word then he hears a “but.” the ways you describe him next are less flattering, less romantic—how he tries so hard to act indifferent to your cooing as if the tips of his ears don’t instantly turn red. or how he has a permanent scowl etched on his face. and other things you already tell him even when you’re sober. “he’s really lucky he doesn’t have any wrinkles yet,” you add with a giggle. “you’re really annoying when you’re drunk, you know that?” rindou deadpans. despite the lack of lighting in the club, he doesn’t miss the shock washing over you, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “what?” your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip starts to wobble, making rindou release another groan. “for fuck’s sake.”

in spite of your insistence to stay at the club, RAN easily managed to drag you to his car. this isn’t his first rodeo. as an older brother, he has had to deal with rindou when he was blackout drunk. “where are we going?” you mumble as you begin to stir in the passenger seat. “home.” “i wanna see ran.” your boyfriend throws you a quick glance—your eyes remain closed and the rest of your words are incomprehensible—before he focuses back on the road. amused by your drunken state, he plays along. “alright, we’re going to ran.” the stretch of silence that follows is cut short when you speak again, “i’m thirsty.” so ran makes a quick stop at a convenience store, coming back shortly with a bottle in hand. he unscrews the cap before he gives you the drink, “careful.” you take a big gulp, instantly grimacing at the taste and it elicits a snort from your boyfriend. “what is this?” “water.”

“want more,” you slur. across from you, HANMA watches as you clumsily reach for the empty shot glasses on the table, flipping them upside down as if more alcohol will magically appear. he’s not going to lie—he finds it funny. entertaining, even. and if the circumstances were any different, he would’ve even encouraged this behavior. but he’s your boyfriend now and if there’s one thing he truly cares about, it’s you. drunk out of your wits, you don’t notice when hanma slides out of the booth until he’s soon presenting two more glasses to you. even though the contents are the same, he asks you to choose, “which one?” “hmm… that.” before you can get your hands on your drink, hanma intercepts and downs it in one go. you’re about to protest when he throws you over his shoulder and chugs the other drink out of your sight before heading for the exit. “let’s go.”

[evourein]

LOVED YOU BETTER - #ATTRACTIVE

ken 'draken' ryuguji x fem!reader

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summary ever since your break up with your now ex-boyfriend, draken, you've been finding yourself more driven and competitive in figure skating than ever before to ease your mind. consequently being dubbed as "ms. triple axel" and deemed as one of the best in the new generation. but what if you reunite with draken during the japanese figure skating nationals, competing for the olympic spot?

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There will be no order, reason, or rhyme to this. So, sorry. Idk.

C/W ::: FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, Draken x F.reader. Totally SFW. I know, right? So weird.

Thinking about Draken coming home late at night from working at the shop. You've been in bed for hours and he's sad that he's missed you.

Again.

But he still showers to get the sweat and grime from the day off of his skin before he comes and climbs into bed behind you. He scrubs his fingernails extra hard, too. He doesn't want you to get the ick after seeing how black they've become from them being buried in motor oil all day.

When he gets into bed, it dips because he's so big. And, truth be told, the bed you two scrimped and saved for isn't all that great. It's just a mattress. No box spring. It's on some pallets that him and some of his boys got from behind the grocery store.

You love it, though. You love it because he made it for you. For your shabby little home.

It wakes you when he slowly rubs his hand from your hips around to your belly. He rests his chin softly on your shoulder and kisses your cheek.

"Hi, babies. Missed you today. What'd you do?" He asked in a soft voice - his nighttime voice. His tired voice.

"Hi, Daddy. We mostly laid around today. My feet and back hurt." You roll onto your other side to face him. His face is like a beacon in the blackest void. You will never not look for it. In this life or the next.

You kiss him on the lips.

"Ahhh! Don't go startin' that shit. 'S how we got in this mess 'n the firs' place. Jesus. You're insatiable." He chuckled, burying his face into your swollen chest. "Get some sleep. You have an appointment in the morning, yeh? I'm going, 'k?"

"Mm-hm," you nodded. Your chin bounced on the top of his head.

He pushed himself up and scooted to the foot of the bed.

"Where you goin'?" You pouted and stuck your hand out for him to take so you could drag him back.

"Gon' rub your feet until you pass out. 'M the asshole who woke up my pregnant girlfriend. G'on, shut your pretty eyes, baby. I'll be right here 'n then I'll lay down."

You almost cried at how sweet he always is to you. No matter how tired or sore he is from his work day. He always seems to put you first.

Neither of you asked for this to happen.

But you're in this together.

"Promise?" You asked, laying back down on the hard bed.

"Have I ever let you down?" He picked up your left foot and gently started to knead your sole.

Little did he know, he has your heart in his hands, too.

@ryuuc00chie @arlerts-angel @kazutora-kurokawa @katkusuo @southside-otaku @bakubunny @darkstarlight82 @viburnt @trevengersprincess

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some tr shenanigans

[haihaihaitani]

Adrenaline ~ *Ken Ryuguji*

Summary: You have some brand new toys you want to show off to Draken. He’s more than impressed with one of them. You can’t wait to show him what you can do with it!

Pairing: Ken Ryuguji X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1305

Warning: swearing, reckless driving, one vague death threat, a get out of jail free card

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A/N: Inspired by the song Adrenaline by Shinedown

“Wow.”

“You like it?”

“Like it?” Draken shrugged. “It’s alright I guess.”

Your jaw dropped. “You guess? C’mon! She’s gorgeous! And she was made for the streets! I plan on winning so much money with her!”

He shrugged. “Sure, I mean, I guess you could. But she’s not perfect.”

Pouting, you crossed your arms. “Fine, smart guy. What’s wrong with her?”

You watched closely as Draken examined your bike carefully. “She’s just… I don’t know, wrong. She’s just wrong.”

With a huff, you leaned over the bike and batted your eyelashes at him. “So you’ll fix her for me?”

Ruffling your hair, he smirked. “In your dreams kid.”

You grit your teeth. “Then would you like to buy her from me?”

“I thought you said you were going to make a lot of money off of her?”

“Yeah! I thought so too! But if the best motorcycle mechanic in all of Japan says she’s wrong, I’m going to listen to him and say she’s wrong too.”

Draken rolled his eyes. “I could take her, fix her up nice and good for you if that’s what you want.”

“It’s not what I want. It’s what’s best for Toman.” You explained with a cheeky smile. “If I can’t win with her, I can’t give any money to Toman. So if you want her, you can have her.”

“Oh alright! I’ll take a look at her when I have the time.”

Squealing with delight, you slipped around the bike and hugged Draken tightly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Alright, knock it off already.” He muttered, but he didn’t make a move to push you off of him.

Instead, you let go of your own accord. With a cheerful grin, you grabbed his hand. “I almost forgot to show you my other surprise! See, I bought this bike with my own, hard won money. But this other beauty I have, I won her off a street race last week! I want to take you for a ride around town with her because she is the real stunner in my collection of fine motor vehicles!”

You didn’t even give a chance to ask what you were talking about. Instead, you showed him your new cherry red hotrod. You giggled as his jaw dropped. Honestly, you should have shown him your new pride and joy before the bike, but semantics.

“Well? What do you think?”

“What do I think?” He breathed. “I think you should’ve started with her.”

You laughed and waved him off. “You’re right, you’re right. But Cherry Bomb deserves to be the grand finale. So what do you say? Wanna go for a ride?”

“You’re kidding right?”

Jumping into the front seat, you put the keys in the ignition. Draken ran his hand over the dashboard in complete awe over the craftsmanship. You couldn’t help but beam with pride.

“It’s all hand-crafted. I verified with a dealer. I also had her recently detailed and cleaned. Had to go way out of town to get it done because there are only two verified details in the whole country that work on cars like this.”

“That must have been expensive.”

Again, you waved him off. “It’s worth it. She’ll be my showgirl for a while and then when she’s ready, I’m going to take her to more high society street races. I’ll let her run some laps before putting her back on the showman’s circuit.”

“Yeah, you’ll definitely be able to sneak into high society races in this.” He assured you. “But to win, you gotta see how she runs.”

With a devilish grin, you put the car into drive. “Then you better hold on to something.”

And just like that, you blasted off like a rocket. You weren’t kidding when you told him to hold onto something. While he looked slightly concerned for your mental health, you just laughed. This was going to be so fun!

Zooming through the city, you made quick, sharp turns and flew past other cars. Most people would have trouble navigating the streets of Tokyo like this. But you were a professional drag racer. You knew what you were doing. And even though Draken looked scared out of his mind, you knew he knew you knew what you were doing. He trusted you, even if he didn’t look like he did right now.

It wasn’t long before you heard police sirens coming after you. Glancing at Draken, who slightly shook his head no, you floored it. His knuckles turned white as he held onto the dashboard. But you just kept laughing. This was the fun part. Nothing like running circles around the cops, only to pull out your secret weapon when the heat got close enough to burn.

And that happened right when you reached the edge of Tokyo. Carefully, you pulled over and rolled down your window. The cop came up to you and you flashed a bright smile.

“Hi officer! How can I help you?”

“Do you know how fast you were going?”

“No. Can you tell me?”

He didn’t look impressed by your answer, his tone sharp as he addressed you, “You were going almost three times over the speed limit. You could have killed someone and yourself with your reckless driving. I need you to step out of the car right now.”

Leaning against the window frame, you batted your eyelashes. “Aw, c’mon. Can’t you overlook this little misunderstanding? See, I didn’t hit or kill anyone. If anything, you should be impressed with how carefully I weaved through traffic. I did some pretty good driving back there.”

“Is this a joke to you?”

You shook your head, eyes wide. “Oh, no sir! See, I think the rules of the road are very important! That’s why I was very careful going almost three times over the speed limit! I would never intentionally try to hit someone! I can promise you that!”

“Get out of the car now or I will be forced to remove you from the vehicle with extreme prejudice.” He snapped.

With a sigh, you grabbed your wallet and pulled out a card before waving it in front of his face. You kept your smirk to yourself as all the color drained from his face. “Does this help?”

“Y-you…” He trailed off before tipping his hat. “My mistake! I must have pulled over the wrong person! You have a good night now!”

And he ran off and drove away just as fast.

Draken glared at you. “What the hell was that?”

You shrugged. “Well, I’m not a real member of Toman and Mikey will never let me join no matter how much I try and sweet talk him. So I had one of the guys make me a Toman ID card. I would have liked a snazzy jacket like the rest of you have. But Takashi won’t do shit for me without Mikey’s permission.”

He shook his head. “You’re fucking crazy.”

“Yeah, I’m absolutely mental.” You winked at him. “But you love me like that, don’t you?”

A dusting of pink fell on his cheeks and he looked away. “Whatever.”

“So what did you think of the car? She runs pretty great, doesn’t she?”

He sighed. “Yeah, I have to admit. She’s a pretty awesome car. Just don’t wreck her.”

You gasped in faux shock. “Just who do you think you’re talking to? I am super careful! I would never destroy her, not that easily!”

“Hey I’ve seen the way you drive. I have every right to be worried.”

You rolled your eyes, shifting the car back into drive. “Oh relax. You haven’t seen anything yet. So if I were you, I’d hold onto something again.”

And you raced back to Draken’s bike shop, him regretting ever meeting you and you laughing your head off the entire way.