#will never write using draken just ken is enough

[sohya]

draken x f!reader || mdni

cw. real nice dick sucking. degrading names are used. cunts are slapped as well.

"day off today?"

ken almost purposely ignores your question, knowing that if he answered truthfully, you'd give him something to do. and as much as he loves you, he wanted to spend the first one day off he's had in almost two months doing what he was supposed to be doing, nothing.

but he can't find it in himself to lie to you, or ignore you for that matter, so he looks away from the tv, over his shoulder to see you wiping down the counter beside the sink in the kitchen. "yeah." a pause. "why?"

he turns back to the show playing on hand, some basketball game that doesn't show either of his preferred teams but he'll put up with it to quench his boredom.

"just asking." you reply offhandedly and he wonders if you really mean it. sometimes you're genuinely curious, other times - while very rarely - it's a passive aggressive comment. but ken knows this time he hasn't done anything to tick you off so it could just be the former.

you don't expand, just hum softly while you clean up the kitchen until you make your way over to the couch where ken's sinking into. he shifts his arm over the back of the couch, ready for you to take the space beside him but you don't.

instead, you plant yourself in between his spread legs, looking so minuscule between his thick thighs that he closes them slightly just to cage you in. he raises an eyebrow as you stare up at him, your hands planted on your thighs out of nervousness.

"what are y-"

"i've missed you." you quickly explain and ken moves to sit up straighter but you stop him by planting your hands on his thighs. he looks down and notices that your fingers are spread out and he can barely feel them given how soft your touch is.

he doesn't know what to say, but he knows why you do. it's been a good month and a half since you've spent proper time together. passing kisses and the nights you sleep in each other's arms being the only moments of intimacy you two have had with each other. he doesn't want to try giving an excuse so he moves his hand, the one resting on the backrest and cups your chin, finger and thumb squishing your cheeks and making your lips pucker up. you look up at him expectantly but he still doesn't know what to say.

"how much?"

he doesn't mean to sound cocky, to fuel his ego about how he's neglected his lover so much that you have to resort to going down on your knees to show him but he knows that's what you want to do anyways, or else you wouldn't be doing it in the first place.

you pull your face out from his grip and look down at the familiar bulge in his shorts, loose fitting but still not able to hide his cock in them. "are you hard?"

"see for yourself." his arm returns to the back rest as you lean forward and pull the elastic of his shorts down. just enough for you to reach in and grab his softened cock from its confines. you let out a cool breath through your mouth and ken notices the way you almost twitch in excitement.

it's nothing you haven't seen before, curved as it was to fit inside his shorts but tan and considerably thick. behind it was a tuft a course hair, not too long but trimmed enough to not bother you while you have his cock down your throat. you had been adamant that he didn't have to shave it for your comfort.

with your knees shuffled tighter together, your eyes flick up to ken as you lean forward, elbows on the cushion between his thighs with just enough space for your hand to grab his limp cock. you gulp but it's redundant when you salivate even more at the sight of him. without waiting another second, you take his entire cock into your mouth.

it straightens in your mouth but it's still long enough to tease the entrance of your throat. your hands move to grasp at his muscular thighs, an attempt to ground yourself as your eyes flutter shut to focus on swallowing around him.

in an instantaneous reaction, he begins growing hard inside your mouth as the blood flows to his cock. he rests a large, heavy hand to the top of your head and you open your eyes to look up at him. your nose tickles against his pubes as you swallow him completely down in one go, his balls squish against your chin and his husky smell completely overtakes your senses that you can't not mewl with his cock, now semi-hard, growing down your throat.

"fuuuck." he breathes out, long and drawled, he can't look away and he doesn't want to. not when your tongue peaks out, a small mishap that pushes him further down your throat and causes you to gag before you catch yourself. the tip of your tongue flicks against his balls before the action becomes too tiresome so you slip it back into your mouth.

you breathe heavily through your nose but hardly receive the sufficient amount of air to fill your lungs again but ken doesn't lift you off. wanting to see what you do, how long you'll hold it for before you give in. you groan as you push your limit once more, lunging yourself forward to push his cock deeper down your throat, making that the final push before you draw back and free his cock from your mouth.

you're barely given the chance to breath and cough out the mix of precum and spit lodged in your throat before ken yanks you up by your hair, stands up and shoves you onto the couch. you yelp but immediately recover when he manoeuvres your head to hang off the arm rest, only pausing for a second to grab one of the decorated cushions and placing it under your neck to soothe the inevitable ache.

"you missed me so much that you think the only solution is to be a slut and slobber all over my dick, huh?" he groans as he stands by your head, fully erect cock hanging over your face. it's longer than the length of your head but who that excites more isn't important.

"pl-please ken." you whisper and he grits his teeth as he grabs the base of his cock and slaps your cheek with the head of it, a wet streak is left before his other hand pinches your chin, forcing your mouth open and giving him the entry way to sink straight down your throat. his cock is so long and thick now that if you hadn't been with him for as long as the three years of your relationship was, bottoming out inside your throat would be impossible.

it still surprises him how you don't push him out straight out despite the tightness of your throat, but he can't find it in himself to complain either way.

"please fucking what?" he grunts, giving you no chance to speak as he cups your neck with both hands, big enough to completely wrap around your column but he doesn't put the effort to tighten them. only to marvel at the way he can feel his cock moving up and down your throat while your gags and chokes fill the room.

he's relentless on you, if the torture of his cock practically impaling your throat wasn't enough, his heavy balls slapping against your nose would probably warrant a broken nose if he wasn't careful enough.

you begin struggling when he stills in your mouth after a particularly rough thrust. he holds it down for ten long agonising seconds before he pulls out and looks down just in time to catch the long string of thick spit connecting from your tongue to the tip of his cock snap.

you cough as you pant, caught between wanting to ease the pain in your throat and filling your lungs with air. he lets you rest for a while, only resting his cock over your neck so you can mouth at his balls while he flips your skirt up. he's surprised to find your pussy bare, no panties to hold the wetness dripping from your cunt.

he looks down at you, face barely visible under his cock and he can only shake his head. "little whore." he lands a heavy slap against your pussy and you moan in delight, earning you another slap that he quickly quietens down as he plunges his cock down your throat again. he's back to fucking your slick throat, like he wants to bring you to the end of your life which would be the case but he can tell you enjoy it with how much your hips are bucking.

he stands up to his full height as he rolls his cock slowly and deep into your mouth, watching in awe as your throat bulges along with his penetrations. the sight alone is enough for his balls to begin tightening up. "you gonna drink up my cum if i give it to you, baby?" he asks, voice all gravelly as you nod with his cock still lodged deep down your throat.

ken hums his approval as he begins picking up his pace. he wants to crack, knows that this rough treatment is usually tied with with dirty talk and degrading names but if he has to be honest, the love he has for you only increases with each passing second. the urge to give you praise and call you a good girl is right there, on the tip of his tongue. but he doesn't give in. only leans over to reward you with his two thick middle fingers into your sopping cunt.

your reaction is instant, just a pump and a curl of his fingers and your cunt tightens around his digits and your orgasm hits you full force. your quick climax catches him off guard, causing him to lose his one last bit of self restraint that leads him to spurting his thick cum down your throat. you remain pliant while he rubs your orgasm out of you, your throat twitching as you swallow his down. the little noises of pleasure you make has him groaning even further as he lets his head fall onto your belly.

after riding out the last few drops of his orgasm, he stands back up and carefully pulls his softening cock from your mouth. then he steps back to squat and meet your eye level. your eyes are half shut with pleasure written all over them, a satisfied smile of the same genre on your lips, and to be sure all the blood doesn't rush to your brain, he holds your head up and looks at you from there. you blink as you regain consciousness and smile at the first thing you see, him.

"i think," you huffs, words muffled as he leans down to kiss your wet mouth, "we need to make that routine for every time i miss you." he can only hum in acknowledgement, mouth too busy sucking the cum and drool from your mouth to say his own reply.

[vixensbrainrotts]

Committed to you - Manjiro >Mikey< Sano

(part two)

Idea/ prompt: Mikey from the last timeline who wants to propose to us but has no idea how to ask so he ask advices from draken and emma

Vixen's two cents: Hi. I know ive been gone for like 2 weeks, I dont know why but it's been hard writing lately. anyway, thanks a million to @anahryal for giving me this idea whilst I was in the pits of my writers block!!! thanks girl, I can't tell you how much this helped. anyway, REQUESTS ARE OPEN and I advise you to use them! now please enjoy my revival piece!

Mikey has thought every possible thought he could have. He had run through every possible situation, every possible outcome, every possible setting, but damnit why was this so hard? He couldn’t do it. Not for the life of him.

He had browsed millions of travel blogs, pondering about every possible spot on earth to take you for the occasion. He had woken in and out of more jewelry stores in the past month than he had ever in his entire life. He had specifically stood in corner stores, reading the wedding catalogues in the magazine section trying to figure out what the hell he was supposed to do.

None of it helped.

Manjiro wanted it so bad. So so very bad. Every white dress he walked by, he envisioned you in it. Every bakery shop he passed, his eyes flitted up and down the fancy display cakes, pondering whether or not it would be good enough. Any time he woke up next to you, every time he joined you in the shower, every time he watched you cook, the urge to sink to one knee overtook him.

He knew he couldn’t make it that simple though. It was too domestic for him, so little of a gesture. He wanted you to know that he loved you, that he would bring you the moon if you wanted it. He needed you to see just how much he appreciates you for sticking with him through everything, and for that he needs a grand gesture.

However it seemed that nothing he could think of was quite big enough, quite meaningful enough, quite heartfelt enough. He was at the end of his wits. For one and a half months- seven weeks he had been fighting this battle alone.

He had made some progress in that time, having picked the ring because when he picked it up he just felt that this was the one. It was a niche store, and he was initially appalled by the average price of the rings, but decided, ah what the fuck? and entered the store for mostly shits and giggles. He was greeted by an expensive looking elderly gentleman who donned a monocle and silk gloves, clearly the clerk, and clearly an expert. He had the longest, most engaging talk with the man, explaining his situation and his frustrations, to which the man nodded understandingly and told of his own story and experience with marigge.

Seven long weeks he had kept it a secret from everyone, and now he couldn’t take it anymore.

He was just about to throw the towel on this whole thing and say fuck it and give up on this whole marriage thing and just accept that he would never make it, when he remembered that he didnt have to be alone in this. Not at all matter of fact. His best friend married his sister after all. If Ken could do it with the pressure of Shinichiro, Izana AND Mikey breathing down his neck, then surely he could do it too, right?

You were out on a girls night with Hinata, Senju and Yuzuha. Emma would have tagged along normally too, but with the addition of a new-born baby, she decided that it would be best to sit out this time. Either way you were out of the house for the night, and Mikey was left to his own devices. You had left him with a kiss and a home-cooked meal (which he felt bad about leaving behind so he completely stuffed himself before coming here) before he gave Ken a quick heads up over the phone that he was coming over with a VERY important problem.

Thats how he found himself here. Standing in the Kitchen of Emma and Ken‘s flat, hands perched on the counter, looking down at the surface, face in a deep frown. „What’s goin on? What’s the problem?“ Ken asks roughly, leaned on the refrigerator as he eyed his friend. Mikey didnt really respond though.

„What problem?“ Emma‘s voice was hushed as she entered through the kitchen door, pulling the door shut behind her, probably for the sake of the baby. „I dont know.“ Ken responded, rubbing his eyebrows „Ask your brother.“ he sighed as he gestured to Mikey who was still staring down the counter.

“Mikey?!” Emma sounded confused and a little concerned as she turned to look at him, eyes flitting between her brother and her husband. “Did you know he was coming over?”

Ken nodded wordlessly. “Said he needs our help about something.” Emma’s head tilted in question but accepted the fact. “What’s up Mikey?” She asked, approaching him and joining Draken at the other side of the counter.

Mikey didn’t say anything though, instead reaching into his pocket and producing a small, black, silk-encased box. He dropped it onto the table and looked up at the couple in desperation. “How do I do it?”

Ken gasped and felt his lips tug into a smile, happy that finally, finally Mikey was wiping you up (he had told him to do so since they were teens).

Emma slapped her hands over her mouth to muffle a silent scream, beginning to voice up and down on excitement as she realized- her brother was marrying you! She thanked the gods that Mikey fell in love with you because there was no better in-law than her Soulsister.

“Ahhhhh! Oh my goodness Mikey! I’m so happy for you! Can I see? Wow! Oh my god Ken are you seeing this!? He’s proposing! Ah I’m so glad!” Mikey nodded in response and let Emma pick up the box and crack it open, revealing the beautiful white-gold wedding band, encrusted with more diamonds than she could count. Notably, one large diamond sat in the middle of the ring, flanked by two smaller diamonds on each side.

“Oh.” Emma breathed. “Ken why didn’t you ask Manjiro for help when picking my ring?” Emma sounded slightly offended as she spoke, glaring down at the ring.

“Nah nah, don’t get it twisted girl. You told me what ring you wanted, I didn’t have much picking liberty other than the price.” Ken waved his hands in dismissal, brushing off her accusations with a grin still wide on his face. He made his way over to Mikey and clapped a hand on his shoulder, congratulating him for the occasion.

“Good on you man! Finally givin it the push, hah?” Ken was smiling as he searched for Mikey’s eyes, but he didn’t look up. “What’s up with the long face? You’re about to propose dude, you should be over the moon!”

Mikey sighed and shook his head. “I’ve been trying to propose to her for months. Months Ken. I can’t do it. It’s never right.”

The couple halted their celebrations and turned to look at Mikey again, Emma putting down the dainty box as her looks turns to one of concern. “What do you mean?” She fingered at the box as she leaned across the counter.

“It’s… i don’t know. Ken made it look so easy when he proposed to you, and Pah-chin was even more mindless about it! I really want to. I really do, but every time I get close, I chicken out because I get scared or because something isn’t right, and I’m starting to think that it’s better if I just… don’t.” Mikey sighed and cradled his head in his hands, his elbows resting on the counter.

Emma and Ken shared a look, a wordless exchange of worry and empathy. "What kind of proposal were you thinking of? Big? Small? Public? Private?" Emma started, hand rubbing soothingly across her brother's back.

"Big." Mikey mumbled into his hands, remaining hunched over the counter. "Big and public. I wanna make sure that everyone knows, everyone sees, I want them all to know. want them to know how much I love her."

Emma's eyes softened and she suppressed a smile, because all in all, it was cute. She had always known her brother to be big and strong, undefeatable, and most of all unwaverable. Mikey always put up the strong front when really, he was hurt. Vulnerability wasn't something that she was used to seeing from him, which made this moment all the more special.

"Do you want to go somewhere with her?" Ken steps in and asks, an idea arising. Mikey only grunts, a noise of agreement sounding through the room. "Do you know what kind of places she likes?" Ken continues.

Mikey's head slowly raises from the position on the table and he stares forward at the refrigerator. "Europe."

Emma and Ken looked at one another again, sensing that they were getting somewhere. "Then take her on Vacation. You both have that long shared break coming up, don't you? Travel through Europe and when it feels right, ask!" Ken said.

"How do I know when it feels right, though? What if it's not the moment?" Mikey asks, still not entirely convinced. "You'll know. I promise you, you'll know. I knew too and I didn't think I had the stuff to ever get married." Ken reassures again, and this time the two share eye contact, and it takes Draken a lot not to tear up.

Draken took a moment in his mind to look at Mikey. He had stuck by his side since they were kids, through thick and thin it's always been the two if them against the world. And now as he looked at Manjiro he no longer saw the unmatchable delinquent he saw ten years ago, but rather a distinguished person with complex thoughts and emotions. He saw a man that felt, a man that cared and a man that loved in front of him, and he couldn't be prouder.

Ken nodded at Mikey, and Mikey nodded back at him. "Yeah. She'll love it! Thanks, I'll do that! Gosh I don't know what id do without you two.."

"Oh, please propose to her in front of the Eifel Tower! Or the Coliseum! Or on some romantic Bridge in Venice!" Emma swooned and held her hands over her chest, hearts in her eyes.

Mikey smiled at her and nodded again. "I'll try and film it if I can."

-

The rest of the evening was spent with the three of them checking about a thousand booking sites, mapping travel routes and destinations, and the occasional cacophony of laughter which led to a grumpy Ryuguji-baby. Manjiro couldn't wait to go with you, he thought as he sat on one of the armchairs, gently running a thumb over the silk box that sat pretty in his hand.

[therapyforrent]

Interrupted pt. 2

Characters: Ken "Draken" Ryuguji x Reader, Manjiro "Mikey" Sano

Word Count: 3, 944

Warnings: smut, fingering, anal fingering, double penetration, crack, Mikey being weird, AFAB reader, I'll never stop writing these LOL

Draken is trying very hard to be gentle.

But the way you're sitting on his lap, hands running over every inch of surface they can grab, is making his mind race. 

And his cock is getting hard.

His face is warm and his hands knead the flesh of your hips and butt as his mouth continues his assault on your neck. You're panting, purring like a kitten and he can feel his heartbeat in his head.

It's beating at a steady pace that makes him want to shove himself into you.

The need to feel you pressed against him makes him chuckle and he knows he is making you squirm. He tries to ease the aggression in his body and gently tries to ease his hand over your body. To caress you or to have you touch him back but you push yourself further into him, your hands on his shoulders, gripping, pulling, coaxing him closer. You grind your hips, your wet pussy between his thighs and your pelvis.

You can feel his cock twitch, hardening against the length of you and you groan in arousal. The sheer vulnerability of where you are makes you want to take what he's offering, to taste him, to have him fill you.

Draken, though, is in no such mood to have his desires outdone.

He takes his sweet time, making you impatient but he'll reward you greatly if you just hold it in a little longer. He wants you to remember this moment, this feeling, for as long as possible. He pushes his hand down between your legs and rubs you in the same way you did to him, stroking over your engorged clit, over and over again. His finger rubs against you, creating even more tension, opening you wider, stretching you, and then he pushes against your opening.

He slides inside you, filling you with slowly and you whine against him, reaching for his hair and you pull hard. He moves his hips, pushing his cock against your entrance as he rubs you.

You push against him, hoping that he'll fill you but he doesn't.

Not yet, but you know that he will.  He moves his hands down over your ass, grabbing, squeezing your cheeks and then he slowly slides inside you again.

He's in, but he's not in.

You want him in and you try to encourage him to move but he's in no hurry to just yet. He pushes his hand down your back and into your ass and you gasp as his hand finds the spot where he's meant to find it. He moves it around, teasing you, arousing you and then he uses his finger to massage that area just enough to make you squirm. You press against him, wanting more and he moves his fingers inside you, circling the spot. His cock presses against your inner thigh and it taunts you, leaking through the fabric of his boxers. You reach between his legs, trying to pull him to you.

He closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the feel of you touching him but all thoughts and actions are interrupted as Mikey opens the door. 

"KEN!"

You jerk in his arms, your heart in your throat and Mikey just stares as you gasp and jump away. Draken curses as he sees what's happened, seeing Mikey's face, seeing how stupid he looks to the naked woman sitting on his lap. You blush a deep red as he shouts, "I'm gonna kick your ass!" He stands up and looks at Mikey who has a sheepish look on his face, a look that just makes Draken want to punish the asshole. He looks at you, his eyes apologizing. "Mikey, get out!" Draken yells and Mikey lets out a huff of breath and scrambles to grab his jacket.

Mikey makes haste, closing the door just as fast as he opened it, leaving you and Draken alone once more. "Look, I'm sorry about Mikey," he finally says to you but you chuckle in response. After all, if anyone was gonna walk in on Draken, it had to be Mikey. "It's okay, I'm fine." You smile, pulling Draken back in bed for a kiss. Draken takes a moment to look at you, face still flushed and red. "You're beautiful." he says, kissing you again. You hum against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing your body against his.

"Ready to finish what we started?"

A/N: Mikey is a little weirdo lol but I love him. You guys want more TR? Lemme know! My asks are open so drop them if you have a request or if you want to see something like this with another character :p

[b1ngosstuff]

Hey! I saw that you recently opened your blog, do you mind if I ask you a fanfic with Baji, Draken, Kazutora and Mikey where the reader suffers a stroke from a overdose and like she needs to learn how to walk, talk and eat again and they’re like always for her?

Tysmm 💓

//Hello!! Thank you sm for requesting 😁!!! Sorry that I'm late on this. I didn't know if you wanted separate or together but i did separate i hope it's not a problem , did some research as well so i hope this is some what accurate 😊!! // i did headcannons cuz i was lazy to write a fanfic 😭😭//

Baji,Mikey,Draken and Kazutora supporting a reader recovering from an overdose.

//Trigger warnings: drug overdose , little bit of angst!!

Thats its really these guys are just sweet and try their best !!

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Baji Keisuke

- Baji would be absolutely devastated when he learns about your stroke. He’s the type to blame himself, thinking he should have been there to prevent it. He hides his guilt behind a tough exterior, but his eyes show how worried he really is.

- Baji would spend every spare moment at your side, pushing aside everything else to help you through your recovery. He’s not great with words, but his actions speak volumes. Whether it’s holding your hand as you try to speak or helping you move during physical therapy, he’s always there.

-Baji would take it upon himself to learn about stroke recovery, reading books, and watching videos, so he knows how to best support you. He’ll even try to teach himself how to cook !! This man can't cook fr

- He’s incredibly patient with you, offering gentle encouragement whenever you get frustrated. He’s also the type to crack a joke at the perfect time, just to see you smile or lighten the mood during tough therapy sessions.

- Baji would be fiercely protective of you during this time, ensuring no one causes you stress or discomfort. He’s always ready to shield you from any negativity, be it from others or even your own frustrations.

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Draken (Ken Ryuguji):

- Draken would take care of you without a second thought. He’s practical and organized, making sure you have everything you need for a smooth recovery. He’ll be the one coordinating with doctors, therapists, and even researching treatments.

- Draken’s strength and patience make him a great partner during your physical therapy sessions. He’d be there to help you with exercises, ensuring you don’t push too hard but also encouraging you to keep going.

-Draken knows this is a difficult time for you, so he makes sure to be your emotional anchor. Whenever you feel overwhelmed, he’s there to listen, holding you close and reassuring you that you’re strong enough to get through this.

- He would help establish a routine that balances your recovery . Whether it’s setting up a daily schedule for therapy or finding small activities you can still enjoy together, he makes sure your days are structured yet comforting.

- Draken is always there, often silently supporting you with his steady presence. His dedication never wavers, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you feel loved, safe, and supported.

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Kazutora Hanemiya:

- Kazutora would struggle a lot emotionally after learning about your stroke, feeling a deep sense of fear and guilt. However, he’d channel those feelings into determination to help you recover, knowing he can’t let you down.

- Kazutora would be incredibly gentle with you, understanding how difficult and frustrating recovery can be. He’s always mindful of your emotional state, offering comfort and encouragement whenever you need it.

- He’d find creative ways to make your therapy more enjoyable. Whether it’s using music, drawing, or other arts as a part of your cognitive recovery, he’d incorporate things you love into your healing process.

- Kazutora would celebrate every small victory with you, whether it’s saying a word clearly or taking a few steps. He’s always ready with a bright smile and words of encouragement, making sure you know how proud he is of your progress.

- Through helping you, Kazutora would also find healing for himself. He learns to be strong for you and realizes that this journey, while challenging, is bringing out a better, more compassionate version of himself.

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Mikey (Manjiro Sano):

- Mikey would initially be in shock, refusing to believe that something so devastating could happen to you. It would take time for him to fully process it, but once he does, he’s fully committed to being by your side.

- Mikey isn’t great with expressing his feelings verbally, but his actions show how much he cares. He’d spend hours sitting with you, holding your hand, and just being there, making sure you know you’re not alone.

- Mikey would push himself to stay strong, even when he’s scared or sad. He takes it upon himself to keep you motivated, using his own strength to inspire you to keep going, even on the hardest days.

- Sometimes, Mikey doesn’t need to say anything at all. His presence alone is comforting, and he has a way of making you feel safe just by being there. He’ll often bring you your favorite snacks or show you something that reminds you of better times.

- Mikey is relentless in his support. He’ll never give up on you, no matter how long the recovery takes. He’s patient, understanding, and always ready to remind you that you’re strong and that you’re going to make it through this together.

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Each of them, in their own way, would be unwavering in their support, helping you rebuild your life with love, patience, and dedication.

//HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! I did my best to be accurate as possible and i think i did a good job!! Please give me more requests i loved writing them!!//

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

I was thinking about Misa!reader x draken angst no comfort or angst and comfort uhhh oneshot? (if you want)

you know Misa right? from death note. soo like reader basically acts and looks like Misa and is childhood friends with draken and is in LOVE with draken. in the year of 2005 on uhhh February 14, misa!reader leaves a love letter in draken's room and then decides to go to a bakery or something for a cake for draken BUT she gets jumped by a rival gang and is be4t to death. and draken finds out.. she can di3 or survive the be4tings.. sorry if this was confusing or if this is uncomfortable for you!

Hi! This isn't uncomfortable for me, do not worry! I love angst with all of my heart and I'm more than happy to write it. Thank you for requesting<333

Warnings: cuss words, strong/mature language, gang violence, angst.

Finally.

After 10 years from the first day of your and Draken's friendship, you've gathered up the courage to confess to him.

It's February 14 today, the day you first met Draken 10 years ago. You've been hinting at him for a while, that you were in love with him but he turned out to be denser than expected.

You came over to his place but being the vice commander of Toman, he was currently busy so he asked you to wait for him. That's when the idea of writing him love letter popped up in your mind.

Sitting in the quiet room, you grabbed paper and pen from his desk and started writing your feelings down. Your cheeks heating up in the process.

"Dear Ken,

I've been trying to tell you something for 10 years now, but I didn't have enough courage. Even now, I'm embarrassed to say it to your face, hence why I'm writing this letter. I love you, Ken. Not as a friend but as something more. I have had feelings for you since the day I met you. I'm sorry for not telling you this sooner but I was, still am, scared. I'm scared of being rejected. I'm afraid that even when I've given you my heart, you won't accept it. That's why I'm unable to face you. I'm using this as an opportunity to tell you that I love you. I love you to the moon and back. You're my world.

From [name]"

You left the letter on his desk, feeling rather anxious. Leaving his place, you went outside to get some fresh air. Even if you've decided to tell him like this, you couldn't help but feel anxious. So, you thought going outside would help you calm down a little. But you just ended up getting overwhelmed by the amount of people outside.

After walking to another place, somewhere with less amount of people, were you able to finally calm down.

But it didn't last long.

"Hey, beautiful." The guy's voice interrupted your thoughts. The voice and face of his was unfamiliar, obviously you have never met him before. "Mind giving us your phone number?" He said with wicked smirk. Two guys behind him were eyeing you up and down.

Because of your little career, you certainly were popular and had deal with people like him before. You declined his offer. "I'm sorry but I have to decline."

He frowned. "Why?"

His friend started speaking up now. "Come on, sweet thing, we're just asking for your phone number."

You cringed at the petname, wishing nothing but to punch him in the jaw, if he wasn't twice of your size, that it. You shook your head, turning away to leave but one of them grabbed your wrist.

"Why are you playing hard to get, you bitch?!"

You started to get anxious again, trying to get free from their grasp but the air got knocked out of you as one of them punched you in the stomach. You fell on the ground. "HELP! SOMEBO-" You weren't able to finish as the powerful kick was delivered to your face.

Your eyes watered up, tears threatening to spill. They continued with their kicks and punches, beating you up to pulp. You would have certainly died had the police not arrived.

...

Draken stepped in his own room, expecting to see you but was met with empty and silent room instead. Sighing out of disappointment, he sat down on his bed, eager for rest after the meeting.

That's when the piece of paper caught his attention. He took it in his hands and started reading it, already guessing that it was from you.

But...His jaw dropped, eyes widening in shock, as he read the letter multiple times, thinking his eyesight was deceiving him. The blush creeped up on his cheeks, smile forming up on his lips.

There's no way he'd reject you. He loved you just as much.

The call on his phone snapped him out of his thoughts, seeing his friend's name, he picked up. "Yes?" Hearing his friend's panicked voice, anxiety creeped up in his body.

"Draken you h-have to hurry! [name] is in the hospital. Badly b-beaten up!" the person sobbed out over the phone.

Draken froze. "W-What..?" His voice was so weak and shaky, hardly processing whatever he just got told. He immediately rushed to his bike, driving to the hospital that his friend told to come to.

Draken was praying in his heart, praying to God that you'd survive. Despite his trembling hands, he was able to drive to the hospital without crashing with anything. But his safety didn't matter to him now. He rushed in the hospital, hurriedly going up to third floor where you were.

Your family members were already there, crying. Crying as if they lost their lifetime, only tragedy written on their face. Your friends sobbing in the corner. "Where is she? How is she?!" Draken asked, louder than he expected.

The sight before him making his skin crawl from fear, fear that he has lost you. One of your friend stood up, trying to calm down as they informed him. "[Name]...She's in critical condition. Doctors s-said she might not survive."

He could swear, he could swear that he felt his world falling apart to pieces, the ground beneath his shattering and dragging him in the void. He felt like there were ropes around his neck, choking him to death as he struggled to breathe.

He didn't know what to say. All Draken wanted to do was to see you and hold you in his embrace, but he just got informed that you might die.

"H-How did this happen?" He finally managed to speak up, his voice barely audible.

"She got jumped by some assholes and they beat her up to death. Police arrested them though."

His sorrow got replaced with uncontrollable anger. He wanted nothing but to beat those morons up to death, to actual death bed and deliver them to reaper with his own hands.

He sat down on the hospital chair, his knuckles turning white from the strength he was putting in his fists, his nails cutting his skin. He couldn't do anything else except waiting. He hated how helpless he was, not being able to help you at all.

He remembered the letter you wrote for him. I love you, Ken. He remembered your words, his heart starting to feel incredibly heavy. As if it was about to fall in his stomach from the weigh of grief he was feeling.

He sent his prayers to God, praying to him to don't take you away while the cold tears run down his cheeks.

"please, God...I can't live without her."

♡♡♡♡

Hii! I hope you're satisfied with this<333

Gosh, I LOVE angst.

[katsune-nya]

Random headcanons that I'm writing down 'cause I got writer's block for the kink headcanons.

Thanks to @devilgirlnq for the help 💞.

Tora listens to Evanescence and has a MySpace account.

Kei is a tsundere, that's the tweet.

Ken uses 2in1 shampoo 😔.

Taka... For some reason I see him being lowkey a christian???

Fuyu acts all confident and shit with love when "advicing" Michi but if he has a crush he just goes 🧍🏻‍♂️ and will NEVER approach you.

Shin is actually not shy at all, we love flustered Shin, but I firmly believe he's just chill with everything.

Akkun is probably the best husband, ngl. He's stable, has a work/life balance...

Mikey has a special corner on his blanket/towel that he chews on.

Souya has to set ALL his stuffies on the bed when he goes to sleep 'cause if not he feels bad for them.

Hakkai and Nahoya sleep like in a starfish position, they sprawl all over the bed, blankets stuck to their limbs, just a mess.

Mikey and Senju drool in their sleep. (So do Shin, Michi...)

Taiju sleeps like a vampire or corpse or something, kinda creepy.

Ran wears a silk bonnet and eyemask to bed. (He's so babygirl)

Ran used to get up in the middle of the night and check if Rin was still breathing 😭.

In the last timeline, Emma got cute overalls to match the vibe when hanging out at Shin's shop, then used them when "helping" Ken (talking his ears off).

Taka and Kei are the ones that respect women the most tbh. Mikey and Ken are cool too, just... Kinda old school? Women need protection 'cause they're weaker and shit? But with good intentions.

Ken is the dad friend, Taka the mom friend, Mikey, Kei, Nahoya and Tora are the bastard children, Peh and Pah the pet chihuahuas.

Mikey didn't one day decide to let his hair grow, he just was too lazy to go get a haircut and it just ended up as we know it.

I can imagine that if shin had a daughter he would go see lil Izana at the orphanage to show him his niece while Kakucho looks in awe along with him.

Ran would definitely give his daughter those black sun glasses to wear... As a toddler.

Koko's son is a fashion icon.

Mikey can't have children, he is the baby.

Draken is so girl dad.

Koko's son knows how to strut.

The machoman dressed like a fairy having a tea party... That's mochi.

MUCHO TOO. Man will look so intimidating with makeup smeared all over his face by his daughter.

He walks down the street at a fair or smth with his two girls one on each hand, stern expression fairy wings and glittery makeup.

I see Taka not having children until he's older maybe.

He had enough kids already lmao.

Wait till marriage type of man (for kids, not sex lmao.)

The *gets closer* "can I kiss you?" Is Taka in the beginning of the relationship.

Shion looks like the type to be so competitive when playing pretend kitchen with their child.

HE CORRECTS HER COOKING BUT IT'S A 3YO PLAYING WITH PLASTIC.

When in real life he can burn the dam kitchen.

Cooked dry pasta but didn't know you needed to boilt it.

Just put it in the pot.

You come back after being out for the day and find Shion asleep on the floor next to the couch, mouth open, with your kid sprawled on his chest, the house a mess, and fast food boxes around.

The state of the kitchen shows he tried

Almost all of them are girl dads.

Not because of being good with women or anything.

But because they all give gay vibes. (I'm joking... Mostly)

Hakkai ain't having kids.

He's a single, childless gay.

He's like fuck them kids, respectfully.

Hanma... Why do I see him having old parents or a grandpa.

His parents had him when they were in their 30s/40s.

Probably parents don't even live where he lives 'cause they don't give a shit or are dead.

Or both lmao.

He gives unsupervised vibes.

He probably got kicked out or snuck out and lived in the streets somewhere.

He's one of the many characters who doesn't get holydays or bds celebrated at home.

I see him living alone somewhere.

Maybe the streets, staying over places.

Or a house that used to belong to a relative.

Or abandoned place.

He slept on the bus stop benches.

But like, he has money for cigs.

He steals or pickpockets.

Maybe some deals, betting... Doesn't even cheat, he's just good and lucky.

Beats people up for money too.

And has senpaiis is the delinquent world.

That's how he got his bike.

I headcanon him and Tetta go hang out and eat sometimes with Tetta's excuse being having to strategize.

And Tetta always pays.

He just does it, before Shu can't even say or do anything.

Shu probably gets seconds yet Kisaki is so used to it he doesn't question it. Just scoffs at him but nevertheless still pays.

He scolds him for eating like a pig but then side eyes him worriedly if he eats less.

And goes like "It's rude to not even eat what I'm getting you".

Will NEVER say that he just worries about him lmao.

Mikey needs a photographer for something as a racer and before Koko recommends someone Tetta goes "I'll call Hanma." And leaves.

[justauthoring]

JustAuthorings 30K Follower Celebration

First off, I just want to say a huge thank you to you guys :)

I started this blog six years ago, funnily enough as a Walking Dead blog (now look at me) and I never would’ve thought I’d ever reach 30K followers. I know not all are active but still, it means the absolute world to me and even if I’m not as active as I used to be, I always look back at this blog with pride and warmth in my heart.

Secondly, I wanted to do a celebration! This was something I did for my 14K follower celebration and I’ve decided to do it again now for my 30K follower celebration with anime instead!

I will list 30 characters below and 30 prompts — your job is to choose one prompt and one character and then write a oneshot based off of it!

Here are the rules:

Please tag your oneshot with the tag — “justauthorings30kcelebration”.

Please tag all oneshots appropriately.

Smut is allowed but tag and warn appropriately.

Send me an ‘ask’ of the character and prompt you want so I can cross it off on here and nobody requests something twice.

Stay off anon when sending in your ask. I need to know your username so I know who to give the prompt and character to and so I can find your imagine when it’s done.

First come first serve for both prompts and characters.

A timeline will be provided once all characters and prompts are chosen (or until I feel no more are being chosen lol).

Must be a reader insert.

Must no less then 500 words.

Please tag me in your oneshot when posting it.

Here are the characters you can choose from:

Bachira Meguru - @hoesplay

Nagi Seishiro - @kawaii-angelanne

Itoshi Rin

Isagi Yoichi

Oikawa Tooru

Bokuto Koutarou

Atsumu Miya

Hinata Shoyo

Jean Kirstein

Levi Ackerman

Eren Jaeger

Bakugou Katsuki - @sleepyrayray

Kirishima Eijirou - @minninugget

Kakashi Hatake

Shikamaru Nara

Madara Uchiha

Itachi Uchiha

Yuji Itadori

Megumi Fushiguro

Gojo Satoru - @wallflowerdowned

Inumaki Toge

Aki Hayakawa - @cocomellxn

Denji - @1sainted1

Rengoku Kyojuro

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Chifuyu Matsuno

Hanma Shuji

Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

Sano “Mikey” Manjiro

L Lawliet

Here are the prompts:

“Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.” - @minninugget

“I think I might be falling in love with you.”

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” - @wallflowerdowned

“If I could, I would kiss away all your scars.”

“It’s really not that complicated.” - @kawaii-angelanne

“I thought you were dead.”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m going to faint.”

“You were always first priority to me.”

“I never stood a chance, did I?”

“Give me a chance. Just one chance.”

“Try to stay quiet, okay?”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“Looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while.”

“Blame me all you want.”

“You always duck away when you smile.”

“Can you keep holding my hand please?” - @1sainted1

“You’re hurting me.”

“Just talk to me, please.”

“Do you love them?”

“How many times am I supposed to forgive you?”

“Stop pushing everyone away.”

“You look better in my clothes then I do.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” - @cocomellxn

“We could run away.” - @hoesplay

“You’re such an idiot. My idiot, but still.” - @sleepyrayray

“You haven’t been yourself lately.”

This post will be updated and reblogged as the prompts and characters are chosen.

I cannot wait to see what you all come up with :$

[amaya-writes]

since you asked for it... how about some headcanons of mikey, sendou, hanma and draken of when the reader brings them a bento box with their lunch? but not any lunch- those cute ones with animals, happy faces, flowers, etc.

Notes: this req is like sooooo cute omg- uh anyways idk Sendou very well so I didn't write for him

Warnings: n/a just fluff lol

Characters involved: Mikey, Hanma, Draken

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Manjiro Sano (Mikey)

Mikey thinks your bento is the most adorable thing ever.

Or at least, he would have thought that had he not been having lunch with the rest of the Toman leaders that day.

"Not a word."

He might have tried to sound intimidating as Mikey picked at the octopus-shaped sausages you had made for him, but there was no mistaking the pink flush dusting his cheeks.

The others chose to keep the teasing to a minimum because they think of you like a sibling, but they do think it's absolutely adorable that you pack him bentos like that.

Mikey will probably pretend to be annoyed the next time he sees you, but with the way he clings to you and whines about it, it's clear that he was just flustered by how cute the bento was.

This kind of backfires for you though because now he always wants his rice shaped like little rabbits and his sausages like octopus.

Even throws a fuss if you so as consider giving him a normal bento after then.

Hanma Shuji

Is lowkey confused at first.

He still thinks it's super cute but he just can't really understand why you would think it was a good idea to give him one of those cute bentos.

Unlike Mikey he isn't actually embarrassed by it or anything. He thinks it's adorable and even shows it off to the others.

If anyone dares to try and make fun of him he just tells them they're jealous their partner doesn't do the same for them. This is usually followed by a threat to beat them up.

Overall, he's pretty neutral about it.

But expect to be teased A LOT when he meets up with you after that.

Hanma will literally not stop going on about how he thinks it's so adorable that you put in so much effort for his bento.

"You probably just wanted me to praise you for being good at it didn't you?" He only stops when you pretend to be offended and say you won't make him bentos again. It's only then that Hanma tugs you to him by your waist and genuinely thanks you for the food.

You're a little struck by how sincere he is in that moment, especially when he mentions he's not used to other people taking care of him like this.

But your cute little moment quickly turns back into another teasing fest as he pesters you about what you want to make for him next and calls you his cute little housewife/husband.

Ken Ryuguji (Draken)

Pretends to be indifferent, is dying inside.

He thinks it's absolutely adorable that you would bother doing something like this for him, especially since he never really got bentos as a kid.

But he also has a mean and scary reputation to uphold which is why he can't help but turn a little red when seated with the rest of Toman eating Tamagoyaki with little faces on them.

Baji and Mitsuya are the only ones who dare to tease him while Mikey casually steals a bit of his bento just because it looks cute.

He even complains about how Draken got such a cute bento and says he'll ask you to cook him cute things too.

Ken doesn't even realise he's lowkey glaring at the thought of you doing something so sweet for someone else until the rest of the boys start laughing.

When he meets up with you later he doesn't really say anything and just casually thanks you for the bento.

Or he would have done that had Mikey not been with him.

The shorter blond took great pleasure, droning on and on about how Draken was totally blushing while eating the bento and threatened to kill him when he said he wanted you to make him one.

You know Mikey well enough to be able to tell he's just joking around but that doesn't stop Draken from casually trying to trip him.

Once Mikey leaves the two of you alone (after a lot of complaining and teasing) Ken takes a moment to genuinely thank you for the bento.

He's also pretty intrigued about how you made it and asks you about the stencils you used etc.

Ken even considers making you a cute bento in return someday, after all, he's a decent cook since he always had to cook for himself and he'd love to return your kind gesture.

[moved2usagiiboo]

                                                     Mine.

Syp; A complication of Tokyorev boys getting punished by their yandere!beloved.

Ft; Draken, Mitsuya, Takemichi, Ran

Warnings; Slut shaming, degrading, bondage, blindfold, foot job? (Don't ask.), knife play, blood play, vibrators, yandere!reader, use of mirror. Tell me if I missed anything❥ 18+ Minors, DNI. You will be blocked. Thank you <3

AN; This is my first time writing in a while, excuse the shit writing 🙄 ANYWAYS I've been sitting on this idea for a HOT minute 😩🤞Soft yandere shit <33

                                                                                              ❥𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧

        Ken Ryuguji is a loyal man and he prides himself on this fact. Never once has he spared a glance at another beside you. He’s wholeheartedly in love with you, so much so that he doesn’t acknowledge when others so obviously throw themselves at him. He doesn’t notice the false high-pitched voices with the obnoxious giggles. The bimbo personality they adapt just to hear him speak more about those bikes he’s so passionate about. Ah— you can’t forget the most annoying thing they do, caress him. Hands run down his bare arm or tank top worn chest as they pretend to be interested enough to ask questions. The question arises; How does he not notice? Is it really because he’s in love with you? Or maybe he does notice, and he just loves the attention. “You’re such a slut, Draken.” You smile at the sight of your boyfriend. Hands bounded to the frame of your shared bed with a red blindfold over his eyes. His shiny black hair out of his standard low ponytail. Hands and gentle fingertips drag themselves down from your lover’s shoulders. Hands trailing down his chest, feeling his defined stomach under your and the steady breathing he has despite the vulnerable position he’s in. Your hands travel to his happy trail. You always feel this rush of adrenaline when you have him like this, tied down and completely at your mercy. “Flaunting your body around like that? Letting just anyone touch you?” His silence isn’t a sign of defiance, yet you take it as such. “Did you forget— you’re mine?” The pause in your sentence allowed you to reach Draken’s hardened cock, the continuation was followed by your supple hand gripping it. “Fuck.” His voice came as a deep groan that emitted from his throat as a response to your harshness against his cock. “Shut up.” Stern as your hand squeezed Draken’s cheeks together. Crawling on top of him, your hand never let go of its grip. Dripping entrance soaking the tip of his— your dick. Sliding him back and forth on your cunt you let out a pleasurable sigh before letting your tongue dart across your lips. “All mine, Kenny~ I’ll show you; no one can make you feel as good as me.”

                                                  ❥𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚.

        How many times did you have to tell him you hated his assistant? You hated the way she hovered beside him, following him like a fucking shadow. You hated the way she was so eager to please, like a damn puppy. Stupid bitch. Someone should teach her about touching things that don’t belong to her – but for now, your focus is all on him. “Princess, please.” The pet name that once triggered butterflies in your stomach repulses you. “I’m so fucking sick and tired of that bitch, Mitsuya. How many times have I told you?” Sitting on top of his back you glare down at him.  “Princess—” Your hand gripping the base of his hair shut him up quickly. “I asked you a question, how many times?” Face now on the side of his as you held his head back.  “I don’t know.” His reply is honest, that’s the one thing you love about him. His honesty.  A soft kiss on the corner of his lips is the last form of gentleness he will receive from you. “She’s trying to come between us, trying to ruin us. Don’t you see, Suya?” The tight grip you once held on to his hair is gone, the grip is now put to better use as you firmly held the handle of your knife. A beautiful knife Mitsuya bought you with his initials. The coldness of the blade drags down his skin, just the tip pressing into his back. Sharpness of the blade makes it easy to puncture skin with the right amount of pressure applied. Your hand is steady and skillful, it makes him question how many times have you used this and what for? His groans are so pretty as you pierce his skin with your blade— his dribbling blood is lovely. Bleeding just for you. Laying the knife flat on his back as you rest your other hand on his side, you give yourself the perfect angle to lick the dribbling blood. His head lays to the side and eyes staring back at you with pitiful gloss over them. A thin layer of water covers his eyes, threatening to leak down his cheek.  “We aren’t done yet, beloved.” You’ve only carved the first letter of your name afterall.

                                                   ❥𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢.

        Your boyfriend is the cutest. There’s no doubt about it. Why? Because, he’s so quick to please you, no matter what it is that you want. He’s so innocent and pure, you can’t help but want to exploit that. Exploit his feelings toward you and make him cry. Make him more dependent on you, more eager to please. Best way to do that is through punishments, although Takemichi hasn’t done anything wrong, not a single thing. He just looks so sexy when he cries and it’s so easy to push him to that point. “Y/n-kun…” He whines as he sits on his knees with them spread giving you complete visual access to his leaky situation. “Why are you turned on right now? You’re so weird, Michi.” You hummed. The softness of your thigh-high socks sends shivers up Takemitchi’s spine. Everywhere your foot touches feel like an electric shock, and it goes straight to his dick, causing it to twitch. Your foot walks its way up his bare leg until it reaches his most sensitive area. “Because! You keep touching me…” The raise in his voice even startled him. He’s so honest. The translucent fluids are already seeping down the underside of his tall cock, he’s making a mess of himself, and you’ve barely done anything yet. One of your covered feet makes its way up Takemitchi’s shirt, your head tilts in disappointment. “Hold it up—” His hand reaches to lift his shirt up before your voice stops him. “With your mouth… Good puppy.” A smile brushes your face as his teeth clamp onto the end of his shirt, holding it tight in his mouth. You can already see drooling soaking the fabric as you work his cock with your foot. “Perverted Michi.”

                                                  ❥𝐑𝐚𝐧.

                        One thing about the eldest Haitani, something everyone knows. He’s a flirt. Always has been, always will be. It’s not his fault, it’s his nature. When something is apart of someone’s nature, it’s hard to break the habit. Even if it’s wrong, but for Ran, he doesn’t consider flirting to be a bad thing. He doesn’t even consider it cheating. “I’m just being nice, dove. I only love you; you know this.” His sweet words that blind you from the blatant truth that it is cheating. No matter how many glares you send him or how many times you threaten to kill those around him, he just brushes you off. It’s not as if you can kill everyone who comes in contact with him – well, you could, but that wouldn’t stop the problem. Ran, he’s the problem, he’s the one who must be dealt with. And you will with two bullet vibrators taped to Ran’s adorable pink nubs. Full power vibration against his sensitive nipples, you love watching him bite his lip trying to deny himself the pleasure of moaning. “You’re a mess.” You whisper against the shell of his ear that is adorned with a light flush of pink. You watch through the body mirror that sat in front of the two of you, watching how he’d advert his eyes from his own reflection. You can imagine what he’s thinking; “How can I— Ran Haitani, be tied up and at her mercy?” Or something like that. You reach to grab the red lipstick that beside you. “This was the same lipstick she was wearing, right? The one you kept complimenting.” With an agape mouth you dragged the red lipstick across your lips before kissing up Ran’s chest. Leaving a trail of red lip marks all over him. Each kiss lit his skin aflame. Those damn vibrators have him feeling it more than usual. His brain is all warped, only focusing on the vibrations against his swollen nipples, he hasn’t processed just who that lipstick once belonged to. His voice comes out strained as he tries to break through the rope that tied him to the chair. “When this is over, I swear I’m gonna—” His words are overcome by a moan that has been begging to be let out. The moan that quieted his threats was forced out by a flick from your fingers with long acrylic nails. “You’re gonna what? Fuck me dumb? Throat fuck my mouth until I can’t speak, hm?” Your sharp eyes stare at Ran through the mirror, one moment to focus on his woeful eyes that held a weak glare, and the other to pan down to the outline of his bulge. “I just want the best for us, Ran. Don’t you want that?” Your words are like honey, nauseatingly sweet to his ears. You hum softly to the rhythm of the vibrating bullet as you swipe the drool that sneakily slips from his lips. “Our relationship comes first, until you learn that you’ll stay here.” Lifting his chin with your finger you expression confused him, your words filled with anger and sternness, but you were smiling. You’re dangerous.

[pookieace]

late night lessons

pairing : fem!reader x mikey x draken x kazutora

includes : heavy oral (fem receiving), spitting, subby & inexperienced tora, dom!mikey & ken, ken's a lil mean at times hehe, some degrading but lots of praise, lots of smut (obviously) n fluff if you squint

word count : just over 4.5k...🧍🏽‍♀️

summary : an alternate timeline where mikey and ken teach their dear friend, kazutora, how to eat pussy. specifically, yours.

this is very very very self indulgent of me but idc i want all of them 🙄 i uhh, i can't write endings to save my life so let's ignore how bad it is, thank u. almost named this 'two and a half men' cause mikey's shorter but i decided to be nice to him lmfaoaofhd. please don't repost on other platforms. likes / reblogs are appreciated & feedback is always welcomed <3

!! minors & ageless blogs, dni !!

The events of the night were sort of a blur. What was meant to be an innocent movie night had suddenly turned into something, not so innocent. You faintly remember Kazutora mentioning he’d never touched a female intimately, and somehow the conversation led to more. The words “teach me… please?” fell from Kazutora’s lips, directed at Mikey and Ken while his eyes glanced over at you. You’re not too sure what happened after, but now you’ve ended up on the bed with three of your friends around your semi naked body.

Your back was against Ken’s chest, his large hands holding your legs apart by your knees as Mikey and Kazutora situated themselves in between them. Mikey’s hand gently tapped your thigh, smiling back up at you warmly. “Let us know if you want to stop at any time, alright?” You simply nodded, the room feeling a little too warm as you finally processed this was really happening.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t ever thought of your friends in that specific way. Countless nights you had gotten off to at least one, if not, all of them, countless fantasies and positions played out in your mind but for it to actually become real? The whole thing felt like a dream.

“Use your words, baby.” Ken spoke, his deeper voice resonating against your ear.

“I understand. I’ll let you know. P-Promise.”

“Good…” Mikey trailed off, looking down at your panties before looking at Kazutora. “You gotta tease them a little. Make them needy for something, yeah? It sorta sets the mood.” Kazutora’s eyes were wide, you could see him making notes mentally and hanging onto every word Mikey spoke.

“H-How– How can I do that?” He asked nervously, throat becoming dry. Rather than speaking, Mikey hummed to himself and pulled your leg a little closer to his face as he placed gentle kisses that continued up your thigh, inching closer and closer to your centre. His actions made you shiver in excitement, which didn’t go unnoticed by the blond between your legs, a small smirk overtaking his features while he continued. Kazutora focused on the two of you longingly, licking his lips that had gotten dry and awaited his turn.

“Just like that. You see how she shivered a little, Tora?”

“Y-Yeah…” The boy swallowed deeply, his eyes darting to meet yours. They were full of lust while equally being laced in nervousness. “Can I… Can I touch you, like ‘Jiro did?”

“Mhm, please. Touch me.”

Kazu inhaled, letting his lips press against your other thigh, his eyes locked onto your face to see your reactions and noticed how you bit your lower lip. Your skin was soft under his lips. When both their kisses eventually reached your upper thighs, you couldn’t help but let out a little whimper. They were both so close to where you needed them. You’ve never been more embarrassed, they’d barely done anything and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with every passing minute.

“S-She’s wet, that’s good, right?” Kazu mumbled against your skin, sitting back as he noticed the slight wet spot in the middle of your panties which had your face burning up. He’d seen enough porn during his lifetime to know being wet was a good thing, at least that was the conclusion he had come to. “Yeah, that’s right Tora. Means she’s enjoying it.”

Kazu’s heart was pounding against his chest at the mere thought of you enjoying everything that was happening. You’d gotten so wet, so fast… All because of him and Mikey? Fuck. It was so hot to think about.

“Are you still good?” Mikey questioned, his fingers dancing around on the soft skin of your stomach teasingly as he waited for a verbal answer from you.

“I’m good, please... Please, continue.” It was almost too embarrassing to ask the two of them to continue with their actions, but alas, you’d be disappointed if they stopped now. You hated to admit it, but your friends had made you wet and needy with just their lips and you were sure they would continue to make you drip more as the night went on.

Mikey nodded at your answer, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling at it a little but letting it snap back into place, ultimately giving you false hope of it being taken off. His fingers then slid down a little more as he pushed the pad of his thumb against your clit through the fabric of your underwear. The teasing action drew a soft whimper from you.

Kazutora’s eyes dilated a little, the small noise of pleasure from you was tempting to his ears. He wanted to draw noises out of you like that too, he wanted to feel you up like Mikey did. He just wanted to make you feel good, just thinking about making you moan from him made him flustered and he blushed.

“Kazu, c’mere.” Mikey waited for the boy to shuffle a little closer, sneaking his free hand into Kazutora’s hair ever so softly and pushing his head directly over your clothed pussy, letting Kazu have a clear view of how his thumb was continuing to rubbing circles against your clit.

“Y’know what this is?”

“That’s t-the clit, right?”

“Mmhm. Good boy.” Kazutora wasn’t expecting the praise. His eyes fluttered closed almost immediately as he bit back a noise of pure happiness while his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink than before. It almost felt like he was drunk off the two words. The blush overtaking his pretty face didn’t go unnoticed by Mikey, or Ken.

“You like that? Being called a good boy?” Ken smiled, letting go of your thigh for a couple of seconds as he used his thumb and pointer finger to hold the males chin, making Kazutora look up at him. His entire face was red at this point from embarrassment, unable to speak up, the words ‘good boy’ kept bouncing around in his head, over and over.

“Asked you a question y’know.” Ken’s voice was stern enough to have the shy male snap out of his drunk daze, eyes focused on Ken’s dark ones this time. “Gonna be a good boy and make her feel good. Isn’t that right, Kazutora?”

“Yes! Wanna be good. Wanna be a good boy!” It was like a light had flicked on inside Kazutora’s head all of a sudden, the shyness dissolving away for a split second as he eagerly replied. He was eager to please, eager to make you feel good, eager to listen and hopefully garner some praise once more from everyone.

The three of them conversing had you growing needier (if it was even possible), seeing Kazutora so excited and flustered had your stomach doing backflips, hips bucking into Mikey’s touch as he also observed his friends, smiling at how fucking cute Kazutora looked.

“You’re so obedient already.” Mikey spoke this time, offering Kazutora a warm smile while Ken’s hand fell back on your thigh once more, using his strength to hold your bucking hips down with ease.

The blond continued to play around with your middle, alternating between pressing his fingers against your clit and trailing his hands up and down your slit, still keeping your panties on. The barely there touches had you shaking above him, little mewls escaping your lips every time Mikey began to rub your nub again. Kazutora’s throat began to dry up again this time, heart almost beating out of his chest as he kept his eyes focused on how his friend was touching you up and making you moan.

“Shit baby, you’re so sensitive. Tell me, does that feel good princess?” Both of their eyes darted up to your face. Your throat felt dry as you tried to answer Mikey’s question. He even pressed down a little harder on your clit while waiting for a reply and making it even harder for you to say a coherent sentence.

“Feels… Feels good, Jiro, ‘s good.” Your hips chased more of his fingers, your bottom half rising off the bed little by little again to get more from him. It had you whimpering. The friction of your panties and Mikey’s fingers sent goosebumps all over your body.

A soft whine from Kazutora had Mikey turning his head to listen to the male. “I… Wanna touch too, Mikey…”

The blond smiled, letting his hand fall as he moved over to the side to allow for Kazutora to get comfortable between your legs. “Go ahead baby, touch her like I did.”

Kazutora nodded, his hand shaking slightly with nerves as he tried recalling Mikey’s movements in his mind. As his hand brushed over your clothed centre, you bit down on your lip in anticipation of what was coming next. A couple seconds later he finally pressed his thumb against your clit, like Mikey did a few moments before.

That was when Kazutora’s mind went blank. The action had you letting out a noise of pleasure. That was exactly what Kazutora had been wanting all night, and now that he had finally got it? He almost lost his sanity then and there, cock twitching in his jeans as the sound replayed in his head.

“Keep going Kazu… She liked it.” Mikey’s voice was soft, lips close to Kazutora’s ear. Gaining some confidence from the noise of pleasure from you and Mikey encouraging him, Kazu began to move his thumb in slight circles, copying what the male before him once more.

“Feels good ‘Tora, fuck.” Your head tipped back into Draken’s chest, eyes fluttering closed as waves of pleasure ran through you. But it was still not enough, you wanted to cum and the teasing touches from those two had been going on for far too long.

“Touch me properly. Please… Want more.” Your voice was quiet as you spoke, looking down at the boys between your legs with desperation.

“Hmm, hold on a sec Kazu,” Mikey began as he pulled Kazutora’s hand away from your clit – Kazutora, who had been so intent on touching you and making you feel good, whined at the loss of contact from your middle without even realising. The noise from him earned a chuckle from Mikey. “You’ll get to touch her cunt again, be patient for now. Thought you were a good boy, hm?”

“I am…” Reluctantly, Kazutora moved to the side, licking his lips as he patiently waited, hands in his lap, itching to start touching you again.

“Gonna take these off, ‘s that alright princess?” Mikey’s finger tugged at the band of your underwear as you whispered a hurried “yes” back at him. He didn’t hesitate in taking the fabric off this time though, thank god, sliding it down your legs and tossing it to the side, focusing on how your pussy was finally on display.

Kazutora’s heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest the second his eyes landed on your exposed centre, his voice quiet. “Oh fuck…”

“Fuck indeed. What a pretty little cunt you’ve got, baby.” Mikey began, his fingers playing around with the slick seeping out of your hole. “Are you as tight as you look, hmm? It looks like I can barely stuff a finger in you right now.” His voice was quiet, eyes glossed over with excitement as he took in the sporadic clenching of your yet untouched hole.

“‘M not sure… Dunno…”

“So ‘m gonna have to find out, huh? What a tease…” Gently, the tip of his finger teased your opening, pushing inside your hole just for a brief moment before he withdrew it. The male admired the way even with a small action like that, your cunt began clenching around nothing once more. “So fucking desperate to be filled…”

“More, Mikey please, need more.”

A soft chuckle fell from Mikey’s lips as his fingers stroked your folds a couple of times, avoiding your clit on purpose to tease you again – He was thriving seeing you so needy for him, so starved and desperate. This time, his finger dipped into your cunt with ease and a groan radiated from his chest as your walls kept his finger sheathed inside. He was right, you were tight. “Shit… You’ve got such a greedy cunt baby, sucking my finger right in.”

Every so gently, the male retracted his finger. It came out soaked, dripping with your slick – It also had Kazutora squirming in his place, seeing how wet Mikey’s finger had gotten was making him needy too.

Mikey bent over a little, hair falling over his face and tickling your thigh, thrusting his finger back inside you slowly as the tip of his tongue came out and flicked against your clit. You were unprepared for it, eyes already shut closed with pleasure when you had felt Mikey’s thick finger push into you. The movement made you shake above him, whimpering as your hand fisted into the bedsheets as his movements got a little faster.

Kazutora’s fingers pulled the strands of Mikey’s hair back to see his tongue licking your clit over and over. His cock twitched in his pants again as he watched how the tip of his tongue was touching your nub, the way your pussy had drenched Mikey’s knuckles and how there was a slight ring of cream around Mikey’s digit. Your hips moved on their own accord again, moving up into Mikey’s face, throbbing for more than just the tip of his tongue.

Eventually Mikey pulled back, pushing in another digit and watched you with a smug smile as your back arched off the bed at the intrusion. “Kazu, touch her for me. On the clit, like before yeah?”

Kazutora’s mind was racing, Mikey’s voice drawing him out of his daze as he lifted his hands from his lap. The pad of his thumb made contact with your now wet clit and earnt a gasp from you. His thumb pressed against your little nub a bit harder, rubbing circles against it while Mikey kept pumping two fingers into your heat. Sloppy sounds of your cunt being fucked by Mikey’s fingers and your moans filled the room.

Draken, who had been awfully silent behind you, spoke this time. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” You nodded quickly, head spinning as pleasure ran through your veins. “You’re doing so good for us, so fucking pretty and slutty for all your friends, princess.”

Your cunt clenched around Mikey’s digits with Ken’s praise and degradation, and it clenched down hard. A deep groan came from the blond, his spare hand prying your thigh open more and fucking into you harder than before. “Like being called a pretty slut?”

There was no way Mikey expected you to answer him, right? Not when your mind was already in a daze, Kazutora’s thumb rubbing your sensitive clit so deliciously while Mikey’s fingers were fucking you. Not able to say anything coherent, your mouth opened as moans fell from your lips.

“Dirty little cunt clenched around me so hard, fuck – Loosen up baby. Can barely fuckin’ move my hand.” He was right though, your pussy was holding his fingers in tightly. But it’s not like you could help it – It all just felt too good.

Kazutora bit his lip as his hand wrapped around Mikey’s wrist. The blond looked back at him, blinking silently before he groaned. A glob of spit fell from Kazutora’s mouth, landing right on Mikey’s digits before he slowly pushed the male’s fingers back into you till Mikey was knuckle deep in you. Kazu recalled seeing a porn video that did that… He wanted to try it out, hopefully the added wetness would help make your pussy a little looser for his friends fingers.

“Holy shit, Kazu–” Ken was stunned, eyes wide as he looked down at the two of them between your thighs.

“S-Saw it, in a video…”

“Fuck…” Even Mikey’s mind went blank, shocked but so ridiculously turned on, his own cock stirring in his sweats as he saw Kazutora flush a deeper shade of red and lick his lips at all the sudden attention.

Mikey withdrew his hand from your cunt, earning a disappointed whimper from you. But when you finally opened your eyes, you were faced with what had to be the hottest sight of the night. Mikey holding Kazutora’s jaw open. The fingers that had been inside you mere moments ago were stuffed deep inside the males mouth now. “How does she taste?”

“‘S g-good… Hnngh–” Ever so gently, Mikey had pushed both his digits even further down Kazutora’s throat. Little droplets of spit coated Mikey’s hand as Kazutora choked on them, eyes beginning to glisten with tears but no part of him wanted to pull away. You tasted so fucking good on Mikey’s fingers, and the dull pain of the two fingers against the back of his throat was addicting.

“G’nna let you taste our princess for real now, ‘kay? Been so obedient, you deserve it.” Mikey cooed, smiling as Kazutora nodded back as best he could and slid his fingers out of the males mouth. Mikey licked his fingers clean of your slick and Kazu’s spit. It had your walls clenching again and made Kazutora squirm, breathing deeply as he awaited instructions.

They both found their way between your thighs again, Kazutora’s heavy breaths blowing against your slick folds and causing goosebumps to rise on your skin from the sudden coldness. “Go on, taste her with your tongue.” Kazutora sat frozen for a couple of seconds, hesitant. Not because he was nervous (okay– maybe a bit of it was from nerves), but because he was so god damn close to your cunt now and seconds away from tasting you.

“Don’t tell me you’re shy now Kazu?” Ken spoke, raising an eyebrow at him. “You spat all over Mikey’s fingers like a whore, and now you’re shy? Surely you know how to eat pussy from all those pornos you’ve watched?”

“Now now, Kennie, don’t be so mean to our pretty boy, he’s just shy. First time seeing such a pretty cunt up close, bound to be a little starstruck.”

“I-I can do it– Saw it in videos, ‘m gonna do it… ‘s that okay?” Tenderness from choking on Mikey’s fingers made Kazutora’s voice sound a little croaky as he asked you for permission. There’s no chance you would ever deny him, not when his face was centimeters away from your sloppy cunt. Gently, you brought your hand to his head, pushing it closer to your centre with urgency.

“Please Kazu, wanna feel you.”

“Let’s not keep her waiting, hey?” Mikey hummed from beside him, using his thumb and index finger to spread your folds apart, letting Kazutora have a clearer view of how wet you had really become.

Ever so gently, Kazutora inched closer to your heat, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe from your hole to your clit and drawing a breathy inhale from you.

“That’s it, keep going Kazu, she’s shaking right now.” Ken spoke, strong hands spreading your thighs apart even more than before as he places a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Kazutora whimpered a little, praise going to his head once more. He kept licking up your folds a couple more times before tightening the tip of his tongue, deciding to do what Mikey had done before and focus on your clit. Mikey got even closer to the male, looking on closely and humming when he saw how needily Kazu was using his tongue on you.

Your head was spinning – How was he so good… Maybe he was just a fast learner. You were at a loss for words as Kazutora’s tongue swirled around your clit, slick seeping from your clenching hole only to be licked up by Kazutora. He wasn’t letting a single drop of yours go to waste.

“Looks like all those pornos did teach you something… Just needed a real cunt to practice on, didn’t you?” Mikey sat up on his knees, moving away from the boy who was so adamant on pleasing you.

“Kazu… You’re doing so good, fuck– Feels ‘s good!” Your back arched, clit that had been throbbing so hard before finally getting the attention it deserved and it had you shaking in Draken’s arms, one hand gripping Ken’s wrist for stability while the other went to grab your breast over your bra that was still left on.

Mikey began to move away from between your legs, Kazutora’s eyes wide as he looked at the male – Almost scared of him moving away. “You’re doing well, keep going, alright? Making her feel real good, take a look at her.” Mikey’s voice was soft, giving Kazutora a little pat on the head as he took a seat beside your shaking body.

Sure enough, as Kazutora flicked his eyes over to you, he was met with such a pretty sight. Your body was lined with a layer of sweat, but under the lights and with the flush over your body, you looked fucking stunning, chest heaving up and down as your hand clutched to Ken’s wrist with desperation. You were so beautiful.

Ken tapped Kazutora’s head softly, getting the male to look up and asking him to pull back for a little. He used his strength to lift you off his body, placing you down on the bed as Mikey and Ken got comfortable on either side of your body. “Go on pretty boy, gonna make our girl cum, aren’t you?” Ken asked, voice a little gentler this time.

“Mhmm! Gonna do a good job, gonna make you feel good, promise.” He chanted, causing you to smile at how excited he was to keep eating you out. Kazutora shuffled down a little and got comfortable on his stomach, groaning at the friction between his clothed cock and the bedsheets. Gulping deeply, he exhaled, spreading your cunt apart with his fingers and took a taste of your juices leaking out from your hole once more, letting out a moan at the taste, savouring it on his tongue before going back to eat you out properly.

Meanwhile, Mikey and Ken’s lips were both pressed against your neck from either side. Mikey’s hands made their way to your chest, moving aside your own hand that had been squeezing your breast. Filled with need himself, Mikey simply slid down your bra just enough to let your tits pop out, hand immediately groping the flesh.

You almost sobbed when you felt Ken’s hand touch your other breast, his fingertips brushing over the nipple teasingly. You pushed your chest towards his hand a little, wanting more. The action caused Mikey to let out a small chuckle. “Don’t tease her more Kennie.”

“Hmm, yeah yeah. Just wanted to hear her beg.” He mumbled in return, this time properly pinching your nipple and making it stand perky. Mikey couldn’t help himself though. Your tits and nipples looked so pretty, he had to have them encased in his mouth. So he did just that – Letting his tongue swirl around your nipple before humming and wrapping his pretty pink lips around the bud, sucking so harshly it had you crying out.

The poor boy between your legs couldn’t help himself once he saw what was happening above him, rutting his hips desperately against the bedsheets, cock straining against his jeans – It was painful to a certain degree. Seeing how your eyes flutter shut as his tongue swipes over your clit, how you kept moving your hips into his face to chase more of his tongue, tits out and being putty in both Mikey and Ken’s hands, paired with those sweet, sweet moans, it was all too much for Kazutora. His head was spinning at this point.

Ken brought his hand to the back of Kazutora’s head, gently but firmly shoving his face even deeper into your cunt if it was somehow possible. It was the grunt of surprise from Tora and how you felt his nose rub against your swollen nub that made you open your eyes to finally see what was going on.

“There you go, that’s better. Looking so pretty like that Kazu.” A hum of approval came from the male to your left as he kept Tora’s face pressed against your pussy.

“K-Ken! He needs to breath– Fuck...”

“I’m sure he doesn’t mind, do you, Kazu?”

“Mmfffph–” Kazutora in fact, did not mind – Not a single bit. Not when he was so drunk off your pleasure. He shook his head, nose brushing against your clit once again, drawing another cry of pleasure from the back of your throat while his tongue pressed into your clenching hole to gather some of your slick, groaning at the sweet taste before diving back to suckling on your clit.

“Gonna cum, ‘m close. Please, wanna cum...” Your hips had a mind of their own, bucking up into Tora’s face as you pleaded for permission to cum from the men latched onto your sides.

“Mmh, what d’you think Mikey?” Ken’s deep voice rang in your ears, a large hand still pulling and pinching at your swollen nipple meanwhile Mikey’s tongue circled around your other nub. “Guess she deserves it, don’t you?” Mikey spoke up, words slightly muffled against your tit.

“Yes! I-I do, please… Fuck, let me cum, please, been s’ good for everyone.”

Kazutora groans against your cunt at how fucking desperate you sound. It’s driving him insane, his cock is leaking, his face soaked with your slick, hair a mess from Ken’s grip on it. He’s losing it. Kazutora’s hands grip your thighs and he decides to throw them over his shoulders rather than holding them apart, face pushing deeper into your heat.

“Go ahead then, be good and cum for us, princess.” That’s all you needed to hear from Mikey. Immediately feeling the knot in your stomach burst while your toes curled. Your vision was blurred, God, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d cum that hard.

Kazutora’s eyes were locked onto your body, noting how you tossed your head back, not missing the way your body shivered as you reached your high and how you weakly tried to push his face away as overstimulation got the better of you. If that was how you looked every time you were being pleasured, fuck, he’d be eating you out every second of the day, Kazu was sure of it.

“Pretty…” You mumble, eyes droopy with sleep as your fingers thread through Kazutora’s coloured hair. He finally pulled back from your centre, bottom half of his face wet from your cunt but he didn’t seem to care. Especially when you called him pretty – It’s official. Kazu was a sucker for praise after tonight.

“Let’s get you two cleaned up, yeah?” Mikey spoke up, pulling your nipple one last time, earning a surprised gasp from you. You hum in response though, sitting up so you could ask for a glass of water to drink.

As you tried rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes, only then did you notice just how hard Kazutora was… But not just him, Mikey and Draken too.

“You’re all… So hard…”

Maybe the events of the night weren’t finished just yet. Not when all of their cocks were straining against their pants right in front of you.

bye i was so h word while writing this kfkhsfh

[sluttyhollow]

Garden

Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

Can you remind me of my gravity? Ground me when I'm tumbling, spiraling, plummeting down to Earth You keep me down to Earth

Warnings: fluffy smut, feelings, reader has anxiety, talks of toxic relationships, weed smoking, past Draken and Emma, oral sex (f receiving), reader gets pick up, reader has fem anatomy no pronouns, use of honey/love dubcon (?) just in case because they were smoking, consent implied but not explicitly given, let me know if I missed anything

Notes: this is part of @sirenh4ll’s sza collab for Garden! You don’t have to listen to the song while reading but it does set the mood. I had a lot of fun writing this. As always, reader is implied as black! No descriptors used though so feel free to read.

You were never one for fairy tail romance or relationships. Dealing with other people was never easy for you. Riddled with a brain that didn’t produce enough serotonin and an amygdala that reacted so often your body was always in a constant state of restlessness you usually kept to your self. So when you did find people that you could connect with you attached yourself to them and stayed with them as long as they were supposed to remain in your life. This lead to a series of toxic friendships and partners that sucked every ounce of who you were from you until you were nothing more than a shell of your former self. Which is how you ended up here. After your last relationship ended and you graduated you packed up your things and accepted a job that allowed you to move out of your home country to Japan giving you time and space to start over.

Everything wasn’t perfect, no. You still struggled with things, and had your days where you sat in your bed and cried for hours, but it was better than it was. You were growing, learning how to be yourself without repressing yourself or fear. Plus, Being a foreigner people tended to avoid you anyways making it easy for you to matriculate through the streets, to work, and back home without hassle. Everything was going great until you met him. Not that he made things worse, no he undoubtedly made things better, easier, you felt comfortable and that’s why you were scared.

Ken Ryuguji, or Draken, as he insisted you call him the first time you all met on the stairs of your shared apartment building, he lived a few doors down. You two became quick friends as he insisted on showing you around considering you were all alone. As time progressed you two spent hours hanging around each others houses, spending nights out with each other until the sun started peaking above the horizon. You two shared bits and pieces of your lives before your paths converged, never fully allowing the other in. You weren’t eager to make the same mistakes you’d made again, unwilling to bare yourself to him completely just so he wouldn’t disappear like everyone before. Unbenounst to you draken fely the same.

Currently the two of you sat on the floor of your living room passing a lit joint between the two of you. Draken propped up on the floor against the couch right beside your legs that were dangling over the edge. As usuall, in times like these both of you let your guard down just enough to let your mouths move freely with each other.

“You know Kenny, I’m glad I met you. I was fucked up when I got here, felt like I just floating along and then boom you’ve been keeping me grounded ever since” the words just sort of slipped out with an airy giggle at the end.

Smoking always made your tongue a little looser. He had been your saving grace, always coming through when you needed him, even if you never said you did. The man had a sixth sense, felt your turbulence and acted as the pilot to guide you through it. He’d been there to give you sound advice, called you on your bullshit, encouraged you when you needed and pushed against you when he knew you needed him to. Made you stand on your own but was always close enough to catch you. Even let you hang out with his friends and make them your own.

“I don’t think you’d say that if you knew everything about me honey”

“I don’t think you’d think that way if you knew everything about me”

“‘s nothing like my pas- ”

“I like you just how you are now Kenny, that stuff doesn’t matter to me”

“And I’ve stuck beside you this long haven’t I”

Those two encrypted confessions leading your next actions, making them feel like they weren’t your own. Your body instinctually moving from the seat of the couch to rest on his, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling your mouth to meet his, which he easily reciprocated.

He was unhurriedly savoring the way his lips fit against yours, the way your tongues were introducing themselves to each other, hands coming to clasp behind your back dragging you just that much closer to him. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t been thinking about this, not initially but days spent with you had left him in need of making his thoughts tangible. After his messy breakup with Emma, he didn’t think he’d be willing to trust another person to be in his life in that way again. But with you it was easy, you didn’t want anything from him which made it so easy for him to give you everything that he saw you needed and deserved. He wanted to pick up your pieces, see the rest of what you hid within your little garden, and help you make it grow.

Pulling himself away from you just enough to push a few words through the space “ready to be mine ‘s forever or nothing” instead of words you pushed your mouth back against his in response. Bending his legs and pushing himself up to stand still holding you in his arms he walked the path down to your room in the back of the apartment. Lips never leaving yours all the way, before flopping you onto the bed causing you to giggle. Without wasting much time, he looped his fingers into the band of the sweats you had been wearing and pulled them down your legs, grabbing your underwear in the process. Reaching up to remove your shirt and toss it over your head before reaching to take his own off as well.

His hands, rough from years of mechanic work, roamed across your body before spreading your legs apart. He fixed you with a look, giving you another chance to back out which you declined with the slight incline of your head, before dipping his head and attaching himself onto your arousal. A deep moan left your mouth, he was everywhere. Hands still exploring your body, tongue writing love notes across your clit before taking exploratory licks into your hole, his eyes locked on the expressions flittering across your face. It was too much, his ministrations leading you into your first orgasm faster than anyone, yourself included, had ever done before. Ensuring he drank everything you gave him he placed a small kiss on your clit before making his way back up your body to meet your lips again.

“pants off now” a whine of words, more than anything but unwilling to make you wait any longer he quickly disregards his pants and underwear in one motion leaving him exposed to you. He was pretty. Sized perfectly for his tall and lean frame, veins leading their way towards a perfectly pink tip. Grabbing your legs, looping his hands around your knees pushing them up to meet the sides of your chest and lining himself up with your now throughly dripping hole he slides himself in to the hilt not giving you much time to adjust to him as synchronized moans rack through both of your bodies.

“S-so good for me baby, jus fits in you so perfect” his hips start moving, just barely enough to be a noticeable amount of friction but also just enough to have constant stimulation hitting that one little spot inside of you. “Feels soo good hugging my dick so tight love” constant streams of his praises falling into your ears causing your second orgasm to rip it’s way through you without warning. The constrictive pulsing of your walls around him sending him over the edge just after you. Draining every drop of himself into you before pulling out to watch it drip out and down towards the sheets. Using his tongue to capture the fallen droplets and kissing your sensitive clit he finally dropped you legs and laid beside you.

Arms wrapping around your body to pull you into him, eyes meeting yours filled with a deep affection you were sure you missed before “you know I love you right” looking in his eyes you were sure you believed him, how could you not “when you say it like that, I don’t think I could believe anything else” returning his embrace with a small “I love you too” mumbled into the planes of his chest.

[myakkun]

CALLING THEM A PET NAME FOR THE FIRST TIME

character(s): sano manjiro, ryuguji ken, haitani rindou, haitani ran x gn!reader

notes: this is probably rlly ooc so i’m sorry in advance!! i just need more practice writing them

warnings: none

SANO MANJIRO

mikey is so used to giving people nicknames but not at all used to that endearment being reciprocated. and you’ve only ever called him mikey and the occasional shortened down mike. (though there are those certain moments when he pisses you off and you pull the full name card. those moments scare him, though he would never admit it).

so one day when the two of you are lounging around, you in the kitchen trying to make dinner and him in the living room watching something on tv, and he hears a “baby, can you come help me for a second?” it takes him nearly a solid minute to reboot himself enough to saunter into the kitchen.

“what?” he asks as he walks in, slippers tapping against the tile as he watches you stir whatever you have in the pot on the stove.

“can you come help me?” you repeat, flashing him a smile over your shoulder. “i can’t stop stirring this, i need you to hand me the spices from the cabinet.”

“no,” he answers immediately, then shakes his head at your pout. “i mean, what did you call me?”

your brows furrow as you stare at him, your stirring stuttering for a moment. “uh, baby? is that.. not okay? we’ve been together for a while now so i figured—”

“yeah,” he nods, cutting you off. as he takes steps to close the distance between the two of you, arms wrapping around you from behind, a wide grin stretches across his lips. “i’m totally your baby. definitely.”

“good,” you mirror his smile as he leans in to give you a toothy kiss. “but i still need those spices.”

“call me baby again first.”

congratulations, you’ve created a monster.

RYUGUJI KEN

honestly, draken had expected you to call him by some sort of pet name a hell of a lot sooner than you did. he’d heard you call your friends babe, been there countless times when you addressed everyone with some term of endearment.

but it still doesn’t mean he’s any less caught off guard when you finally get around to doing it one sunday afternoon.

it’s your lazy day, the only one you ever really get with your boyfriend it seems. you’re sitting on the edge of the couch, draken perched on the floor between your legs as you work your fingers through his hair, braiding it back for him. you run a single finger down the zigzag when you’re finished.

“there,” you hum, sliding your hands down to cup his face in your hands, tipping his head back so he’s forced to look up at you. “all done, pretty boy.”

if it weren’t for the way your palms are pressed to his cheeks, you wouldn’t even be able to catch his reaction. but since they are, you get the experience of his face heating up beneath your hands by the second. and you can’t help the smile that finds its way to your lips.

“aw, kennie are you blushing?” you coo, a laugh bubbling out of you as draken twists onto his knees to bury his face in your stomach, arms wrapping around you.

“i’m not,” he tries to reason, and you can feel him frown against your abdomen.

it’s quiet for a moment. you start to play with the end of his pretty braid you’ve just finished, twirling it around your finger. and then.

“you forgot the ‘my’ in front of that.”

HAITANI RINDOU

apart from ‘brat’ and ‘jerk’, there’s never been much nickname giving within your and rindou’s relationship. it’s all lovingly (sort of) but it’s still not sappy. ever.

and you’re fine with that because honestly you get enough of a kick out of watching your boyfriend attempt to hide how flustered he gets when you call him ‘rin’. you don’t need to do anything else because you’re content with what you do now.

then one night he comes home really late from a meeting (even later than his normal late)—and blame anxiety, paranoia, or whatever—but you can’t sleep for the life of you. you’re stuck pacing around the apartment, fingers fisting up the front of rindou’s shirt you pulled on to try to comfort you, checking the time every five seconds.

the second you hear the apartment door open you’re running and basically throwing yourself at the candy haired man. he stumbles, stabilizing the both of you with a hand to your back all while kicking the door shut behind him.

“the hell’s gotten into you?” he grumbles, though his palm stays pressed to your back.

“i’m sorry,” you breathe out, loosening your grip around him slightly, leaning back enough to look him in the eyes. “you’re late. you scared the hell out of me, babe.”

“babe? since when am i babe?”

“since i just drove myself crazy for two hours wondering if you’d be coming home,” you huff, a slight pout playing at your lips.

rindou’s eyes don’t leave yours as he seems to chew over your words for a moment, and even if his face is a stark neutral (almost a frown, really), the way he pulls you closer, as if he’s trying to comfort you, is enough.

“whatever,” he says, finally. hooking his chin over your shoulder. “babe is fair, i guess.”

HAITANI RAN

the only reason you’d never called ran a pet name is because rindou had told you he hated such things. (but looking back, you were stupid for ever listening to your boyfriend’s brother in the first place. you should’ve known better).

he’s called you by things other than your name, but only when he’s about to pass out in bed or when he’s drunk off his ass after some meeting. so still, it’s not really a normal thing in your relationship.

that all changes when one night the two of you are walking around well after midnight—the only time you feel fully comfortable going out with him really, without feeling the need to look over your shoulder constantly—just peering through store windows and admiring displays.

you pause in front of a jewelry store’s window, stepping out from under ran’s arm to admire a necklace that caught your eye.

this was a normal thing for the two of you. you walking down the streets until you found something you sort of like. admiring it for a few minutes as ran waits for you to rejoin him. then that same thing mysteriously appearing on your dresser a few days later. (along with an article in the newspaper, but that’s not important).

this time though, ran doesn’t just wait on the sidelines. he steps up beside you, bending at the waist to admire the piece in the display.

“this would look so good on you,” he muses, a slight smirk curling his mouth.

and you, well you’re so caught up in admiring the necklace, hand resting just below your neck as you think about wearing it, that you don’t realize what you’re saying.

“you really think so, baby?”

ran jerks up so fast it makes you jump, effectively knocking you out of your trance, and placing a hand over your heart. you glare at him, huffing out a (slightly dramatic) sigh.

“what? you almost gave me a heart att—“

you’re cut off as ran reaches forward and grips your jaw, pulling you closer until his lips are brushing against yours. he’s still making eye contact, a glint in them from the street lamps.

“repeat that for me, yeah? wanna hear you say it again.”

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[dabilove27]

Paring: Draken (Ken Ryuguji) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: All characters are 18+, MDNI, shameless flirting, reader is portrayed as shorter than Draken, Cursing, Domestic Softness, Discussion of pregnancy, Soft smut (male receiving oral, masturbation, female receiving oral), discussion of periods, pregnancy, childbirth

Word Count: 6.5k

Summary: Draken failed at trying to sell you a bike but asked you on a date instead. That night and the events after would be the happiest moments of you life.

A/N: This was supposed to be cute moments of Draken with his child but it turned into this whole backstory thing because I can't write a fic without a backstory. SO lots of fluff and a bit about babies! Thank you as always to @lady-lunaaa for beta’ing and giving me support to feel confident in this piece! And thank you @gixxie for reading it over and making me laugh with all your reactions!

Draken was sure he'd never become a father. His world didn't necessarily scream safe for children. He had past deep gang association with Toman and current light (if you can even call affiliation light) gang affiliation as he ran his bike shop. His world just wasn't the world for a baby. Too many threats, too many worries, and he couldn't just leave anytime if he was tied down by a kid. He didn't doubt that he would be a good dad, though. He took care of Mikey well enough. He would always make sure he got to school on time and was fed. Caretaking came naturally to Draken.

And that love to care for others grew even more when he met you. Sweet, loving, and beautiful you. If you had asked him if he believed in love at first sight, he would've vehemently denied that idea until you waltzed into his world. He had to do a double-take when you came into his bike shop on a sweltering summer day. You were dressed in a small tank top that fit your body just right and jean shorts that showed off your delicate legs. When the air conditioning of his shop hit your skin goosebumps pebbled all over you. 

Draken had to stop his jaw from dropping at the sight of you. You fit every single thing he wanted in his dream girl and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t stop himself from staring as you moved around his shop. After a stammering and unsuccessful attempt to sell you a bike, he asked you out. He knew he had to take this chance even though he had just met you. He didn’t want to lose his chance. But when you smiled at him and said yes, he swore his heart melted at your laughter and angelic voice.

He had no idea how bright you would make his life. How you would lift him up like no one else; he felt like he could touch the sky when he was with you.

The first date he took you on would be cemented in his mind forever. It was a clear night with bright stars scattered across the sky. Since he couldn't successfully sell you a bike, he decided to at least give you a good ride on his own. He kept his old bike from early Toman days in good enough shape that it still ran well. Of course, he had newer bikes, better ones, but this was a special occasion. And you were special too. It didn't feel right to him to use any bike but the one he trusted the most.

Wiping down the black dragon emblem with a cloth, he hears a whistle and looks up to see you approaching. And just like the first time he saw you, he felt his heartbeat quicken as he takes in every inch of you. If he could, he would drink your whole body in. From the top of your head to your beautiful face with full lips that made his thoughts swim. His eyes followed your curves eagerly, perfectly accentuated by your tight black shirt and tight-fitting dark blue jeans that clung to your hips and ass just right. If he didn't stop staring at you, he knew the date would end up in his loft tangled in the sheets.

"Your bike is so pretty!" Your melodic voice is filled with glee, and your eyes are sparkling like the stars hanging above you. "I love the dragon. It matches you," you say as you meet his eyes with a quick wink. 

Draken instantly feels his cheeks heat up at your cute attempt at flirting. He clears his throat and tries to play off the blush that seems to be growing throughout his cheeks. "It's been with me for a long time now, it’s old but trusty," he says as he steps away from his bike and walks up to you.

Draken towers over your more petite frame as he gives you a smile to match a thousand suns. You can't help the grin that follows on your own face.

"You look so beautiful tonight," his words come out quieter than his tone before as his dark eyes gaze into yours. 

 "Does this mean I wasn't beautiful the first time I came to your shop?" You jest with a giggle and playfully bump your shoulder into his side.

A look of horror covers Draken's face as he scrambles for a way to tell you that is not what he meant by any means. He's still fumbling over his words when you say, "Ken, seriously! I was just joking with you." You give him another wink, and he swears he would be on the floor if you hadn't started moving towards his motorcycle.  

He's not sure what's going on with him. He's never been such a mess over a woman before. He's always been able to keep a clear and calm head. But with you, it feels like he can't get his words together or his head to stop buzzing with never-ending thoughts. Fuck he really hopes this date goes well because he doesn’t know if he’s ready to let you go by the end of the night. 

And thankfully, the rest of the night goes off without a hitch. The two of you climb onto his bike, your body pressed against his muscular back. Draken revels in the way you press so easily against him, if he could sink into the heat of your body he would. But he has to ignore the way your legs slotted perfectly behind him and how delicate your hold is around his torso, or else he wouldn’t ever make it to his destination. 

Draken set up a little evening picnic in the park close to his shop. Complete with a thin blanket and light snacks for the two of you to eat under the stars. It was intimate, romantic, and had you falling for him from the moment he laid out the big forest green blanket. The two of you talked for what seemed like days, but, in reality, it was only a few hours with only the stars in the sky to bear witness to the beginning of your relationship. 

The date ended in front of the bike shop just like it began. Except for this time, instead of not-so-subtle flirting, it ended in a long kiss that left you wanting more of each other. After that night, the two of you met regularly. Growing closer together with each visit, each kiss, each touch. You aren't sure when you and Draken became "official." Everything just happened naturally, you stopped looking for people to date, and he had eyes only for you from what his best friend, Mikey, would tell you, much to Draken's embarrassment. 

The two of you fell into a natural pattern of seeing each other daily. And that transitioned quickly into you staying the night at his place. You had a nosey roommate at home that you didn't want in your business, so Draken's place was the perfect environment for the alone time you desperately craved with him.

The worn-out queen-sized mattress became your favorite place in his home. Nestled in the corner of his open-air loft above the shop, you spent a fair amount of free time snuggled close together on that mattress with him. The old worn-out springs creaked anytime either of you moved, but you loved every part of that "dumb old bed," as Draken would so lovingly refer to it. 

Over time you spent more and more time at the shop, accidentally leaving things behind but never returning them home. Or forgetting your toothbrush at your apartment but Draken insisted on buying you one to stay at his place. "Just in case we ever need it," he would say with a tentative smile, hoping you’d agree and not be weird out by the suggestion. He was elated when you told him it would be a great idea. 

After a few months, you spent most of the week in Draken's apartment. Sometimes not returning home for days at a time. Draken finally popped the question the two of you had been contemplating for a while on a warm summer afternoon. He was snuggled into your side as you lazed on the mattress that held so many of your memories. His head lay delicately on your stomach, listening to the soft gurgles it made. The heat from outside made it a perfect day to lay around and do a lot of nothing.

"Do you want to move in?" His voice breaks the comfortable silence in the room. And while his question doesn't surprise you, it takes you a moment to answer. Your hand lays lightly on his scalp, your fingers lightly tracing the shaved part of his head, contemplating how to respond. 

Happiness bubbles up inside of you as you give him your response. "I'd love to, Ken." Your tone betrays the excitement that is threatening to spill over, you’re trying to be calm but you can’t help it. Draken has made you happier than you ever could have imagined. So living with him was the next step you were more than happy to take. You had no doubt that he would care for you, love you, and be the best partner you've ever had. 

Draken lifts himself up to balance on his elbow and meets your eyes, smile beaming as he asks, "Really? Ya sure? I know it's not the most extravagant home, living in the shop, I mean, but–"

You place a finger on his lips to stop his rambling. "Ken, living with you sounds like a dream. You don't have to say anything else; my answer is yes." Removing your finger, you move closer to him and place your lips on his to stop further excuses that he could make up.

Draken’s heart swells at your words, everything in his life finally falling into place as he returns the kiss. Slow, soft, easy–just like the feeling on this summer afternoon.

You were packing and slowly moving items over into his place by the end of your lease, which was only a few months away after Draken asked you to move in. Knowing that it was now your home felt nice. You weren’t obligated to return to your apartment so often so that your roommate could confirm you were still alive. The most exciting part of it was taking that next big step with Draken. 

You'd be lying if you hadn't imagined your future with him after that first date under the stars. Who could blame you? You had always been a hopeless romantic at heart. And even though he wasn't the conventional man your mother wanted you to be with, he treated you better than any of the other men you had dated. And with all of that, your brain created this little fantasy about living in his little loft with him, getting married one day, and if you both wanted it, having a child. You hadn't had that talk just yet, but you knew he would be a great father. 

Draken was a natural caretaker. You saw it with Mikey and how Draken would check in to make sure the exuberant blonde man had eaten that day. You also saw it with strangers. He went out of his way if he saw someone struggling, even fitting the trope of the big tough guy helping a little old lady cross the street. But most of all, you saw it in how he took care of you. Making sure you got home safe when you didn’t live with him or cooking your favorite meal if he knew you had a tough day. He just knew how to take care of you, and you had no doubt in your mind that he would flourish if he ever became a father. 

The first real night living in the loft with Draken fills you with giddiness and excitement. You feel like you can't sit still as you flitter all around the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes from your dinner with him. 

Draken is just as happy to see you in such high spirits. In truth, he never wanted to spend any time away from you. Life felt empty when you weren't around. He recalls the mornings before you moved in, when you would have to return home with low light from the sunrise filtering through the blinds, your hand held tight to his. You would have to eventually pull away to get ready, but he would hold your hand tighter, asking you to not let go just yet. That would generally end in his favor, but now he knew you would always be returning to his–no, your home with him. The thought sends pride and happiness rolling through him. Life feels complete and content now.

The excitement in both of you keeps drawing you together like magnets as you finish up the dishes. Little pecks between rinsing the suds off a plate or a quick embrace as Draken dries the bowls with a worn towel. Eventually, the task gets completed but takes much more time than you had initially expected with all the little detours you took to connect to each other. By the end of it you find yourself grasping his larger hand in your palm and pulling him towards the worn-out mattress. 

Your light t-shirt sticks to your skin from the heat and sweat of the day. But Draken loves how it clings to you, how he can see every curve of your body below the thin fabric. His eyes linger on your full lips, upturned in a smile as you coax him to the bed.

He knows exactly where this is going. "You sure you have enough energy, sweetheart?" His deep voice sends shivers down your body. 

Your eyes follow the planes of his body. He's dressed in a black shirt–stupid for the amount of heat it attracts, but you love how it lays taut across his muscular body. 

Draken doesn't miss the way your eyes linger over every part of him and it unleashes a feral part in him. "I’m going to have to come over there and take care of you myself if you don't stop," his low and deep voice, lust filtering its way through. You feel warmth pool deep in your core at his tone. But you want to thank him, thank him for his help with moving, and thank him for giving you the best time of your life. So without any further hesitation, you lower yourself to your knees in front of him.

Draken's eyes widen as he sees the devilish smirk on your face. This was much more than he expected after a long day of moving. You look upward through your long lashes at him, and he swears he could burst at that sight alone. Draken feels his dick twitch in his pants as he gazes down at your eyes filled with lust. 

Your hand wanders up to his pants, the rough material tickling his skin, from his knee to the prominent bulge in front of your face. Draken takes a sharp breath at the sudden feeling of your warm hand over his member. He was tired from the day, but fuck he didn't want to turn you down when you were looking at him like that, eyes full and expectant. And you loved being in this position with him, your eyes taking in his toned stomach peaking out from beneath his shirt.

"Fuck, baby girl," Draken lets out with a lusty rasp. His large hand comes down to cup your jaw gently. Without removing your eyes from his lust-blown pupils, you give his dick a small squeeze through the material before moving to release his belt. He's mesmerized by your movements and can only watch your delicate hands unbuckle the strip of leather and slip it through its loops. Once he is free of his belt you bring your hands back to his black button. His eyes break away from yours to admire your breasts, the tops slightly poking out your shirt. 

After finally releasing his button and zipper, you help him shift his pants down his legs. Each movement is slow and methodical. You smile, noticing his erection straining through his black boxers, eager and ready for you. Draken's thumb starts to slowly caress your jaw, and you feel a shiver rush through you at the movement. But you don't want to forget your goal of thanking him in one of the best ways you know how. 

"You've helped me so much today, love," you coo at him while tracing your fingers along his waistband. Your body was becoming more heated with each moment, each glance, and the thought of what's to come.

"I'd do anything for you, you know that," he coos back at you just as sweetly, but you don't miss the rumbling inside of him–he was getting impatient. 

You finally remove his boxers and release his member without further hesitation. He's already fully erect. Draken’s dick has always been one of your favorite parts of his body. Long and the perfect size for you. You were slightly intimidated the first time you had been together, but you fit together seamlessly after some prep. 

Leaning in, you place a small peck on the tip of his dick and end up peppering kisses down his shaft. Looking up to him you see his eyes closed in anticipatory bliss at your actions. He looked beautiful like that. Quickly you take as much of him into your mouth as possible. The shuddering breath he releases just fuels your actions. You begin to move your mouth up and down while hollowing your cheeks. The hand he previously had on your face has found its way into your hair. He wanted you to move faster, fuck your face, but he wouldn't do it until you were ready. He was always gentlemanly in that way, he’d fuck you hard if you wanted but never without your go ahead.

Pulling yourself off of him, you drag your tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip. Draken lets out a small moan at the motion and grunts when you take your hand and begin massaging his dick in your warm palm, your saliva from earlier providing lubricant. He moans louder this time as he desperately tries to keep his hips from bucking into your hand. You take this moment to lick at his slit, taking in the salty pearlescent precum weeping from it. You move your other hand to hold his muscular thigh to stabilize yourself as you continue your ministrations.

"Mmm, fuck yeah," Draken releases a sinful moan. With the encouragement you take him back into your wet mouth. The hand on your head tangles itself in your hair, and you can feel him pushing you forward on his length. His hips move gently to meet the warmth of your mouth, and you feel your pussy throb at the motion. It's such a rush having him so hopelessly needy for you. 

You continue moving your hand on his shaft, where your mouth couldn't cover. And Draken takes every second to appreciate this moment even though he knew, now that you were living with him, he would have a lot more times like this. But he wishes he could memorize every contour of your mouth. He was forever amazed how quickly he would crumble for you at a simple blow job but what you did was magic to him.

Seeing this strong man unravel above you was always a turn-on. The infamous Draken of Toman was putty in your hands. The thought of him cumming only to your hands and mouth made your head hazy.  The pulse in your cunt was becoming too much, and you moved your free hand to it. Pushing past your own layers of clothing, you find your clit easily.

You were ready, wet, and your underwear was already drenched with slick. Moving your fingers you start to rub your clit, slowly circling it and applying more pressure as you go. You don’t stop sucking Draken though, his length slips in and out of your mouth easily like you're a practiced professional. Taking the hand that had been jerking his length, you move it to his balls and gently squeeze them. He lets out a low and gruff moan at your action.

You start to whine around his dick as you can't keep your own pleasure quiet. If Draken didn’t know better he would’ve thought this must be heaven because the vibrations in your throat send him into the clouds. He brings his gaze down to meet your frame and holds himself back from cumming immediately. He loves the way you look below him. Your hand is hidden in your pants, eyes closed, caught up in your own lust. Spit is slowly dripping down your chin, falling effortlessly on the peaks of your breast.

"God, you're beautiful," he breathes out as he watches you continue to pleasure yourself. 

"Mmm," you hum back at him as you continue your movements. Fingers expertly bring that coil inside of you even tighter. Draken's member continues to kiss the back of your throat, his gentle thrusts from earlier becoming harsher. The hand in your hair grips tighter, a slight pain prickling in your scalp but still enjoyable. He lets out another guttural moan, the sound going straight to your pussy, as he allows his eyes to close again.  

Both of you were close to reaching your peaks. You shift your hand again from Draken's balls back to his shaft and begin pumping his length. Your tongue caresses his dick, and then you pull back to lick his weeping tip. "Holy–f-fuck," he stutters out as he guides your mouth back onto his member as he thrusts into it. 

"Baby, how did you get so good at this?" He pants out as he continues thrusting into you. This is the moment that you love whenever giving him a blow job–you know he's about to fall apart. This firm and feared man is falling apart at your actions, and it sends a rush through you. And right as that thought hits you, Draken cums with a low grunt; the salty taste of cum  immediately covers your tongue. His hips quiver as he rides out his orgasm, holding your head so it can't leave him. You swallow his load while continuing to gently suck at his overstimulated tip. After a moment, he releases your hair, and you pull yourself off of him, a thin string of saliva still connecting you to him. 

Moving your hands back on you to finish off yourself, Draken lifts you up and pulls down your pants and underwear in one swift motion. He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder as you let out a little squeal.Dropping you on the bed, and you meet the worn soft cushion with an oomph.

"Turn around, baby," he growls as he towers over you. You oblige quickly and poke your ass up with a wiggle of your hips. Draken's large hands find purchase at your hips as he drags you towards the edge of the bed. 

You can't stop the moan that erupts from you as you feel his tongue slide up your slit. Draken greedily sucks at your swollen clit, face buried in your cunt. It's an automatic response when you push yourself back into his face trying to get as much friction as possible from his talented tongue. He continues his ministrations, tongue flicking at your clit while his hands harshly grip the globes of your ass. You can feel your orgasm approaching again, knowing you're about to spill over. 

"Yes, Ken!" You can't help but yell out as you bury your face in the comforter. They smell like him, and home, a comforting scent. Draken dips his tongue inside your sopping cunt, and you can't stop the whine that escapes your lips.

The coil inside of you feels seconds away from exploding, bound tighter than you think you've ever felt. Your back arches as your orgasm rips through you. Body shaking, you ride it out as Draken continues to lap up every ounce that pours out of you. As you calm down from your post-orgasm shakes, Draken plops down on the worn old bed you love so much, the bed dipping under his weight.             

"I love you, ya know that," he says softly as he gently caresses the side of your face with his knuckles.

"I love you too, Ken," you whisper back, still trying to catch your breath. "That was amazing; I can't wait to see what else we can do now that I'll have so much extra time here." You waggle your eyebrows at him as he lets out a deep laugh.

"Oh yeah? Then let’s see what we can do right now," he growls playfully as he situates himself on top of you, caging you in. You squeal as he places kisses down your neck. 

Needless to say, it was a very eventful night for the two of you.

You lived with Draken a little over a month and a half when you noticed a change. It seemed like out of nowhere, your mood shifted. You didn't want to get out of bed some days, and tears came quicker than they ever had before. Draken tried to be as supportive as possible, holding you when you weren't sure what was making you so upset. Letting you know everything would be okay as he rubbed your back. 

But you were concerned. This wasn't like you. Sure, you got emotional at times but nothing of this magnitude. You wondered if maybe things would stabilize after you had your period. Perhaps it was just a bad case of PMS. But the day when you were supposed to start your cycle came and went without a single drop of blood, which again wasn't a huge concern–you had been late before. But after three days with no sign of Aunt Flo showing up, you decided to stop by the convenience store on your way home from work.

Holding the little white stick with the dark blue cap and waiting for a result was maddening. Three minutes seemed to take three hours. You watch the little display anxiously, willing it to go faster. And you almost drop it when a single word flashes up on the screen. Your stomach drops, nausea rising up your throat. That tiny single word changed your future forever. You were sure that you had just been late and just overthinking everything. But the little black letters glaring up at you solidified that you should have been more careful. 

You had no idea what you were going to tell Draken. The two of you had discussed a future before. But he had always expressed hesitancy with children because of gang affiliation. He never wanted a child to be used against him because it wouldn't be fair for the child to go through any trauma like that, he would always say. Draken once shared a story about how one guy's girlfriend was beaten so severely that she went into a coma for days and how he didn’t want his child to be a victim of that treatment either. The memory of that story stings your core and has you grappling for any idea of how to give the news to him.

Draken was finishing up in the shop when you finally emerged from the bathroom, after stuffing the test deep in a cabinet. You couldn't bring yourself to throw it away just yet. The loud sound of the metal gate to the shop being closed makes you realize the time is coming quickly. Heart racing and nausea setting into your body, you try to pull yourself together to give him this news. No matter his response you were keeping this baby, you just hoped he wanted to as well.  

Draken ascends the staircase, his heavy boots clinking on each step. You meet his face the moment he ascends into the loft, a small smudge of grease on his cheekbone. The tears you are desperately trying to hold in spill out almost immediately when he gives you that warm smile. When he sees your tears, his face instantly falls, and he rushes forward to you.

"What's wrong? What happened?" He asks, concern laced in his tone as he pulls you into a hug. You bury your head into his chest as the sobs come through. He smells like leather and grease, both scents that linger on everything in your tiny little loft. 

Trying to pull yourself together, you let out little sniffles as the tears run down your face. Draken rubs slow circles in the middle of your back that always does wonders to calm you down. You take in a shaky breath and pull back to face him. His face is filled with worry, his brows furrowed, and his mouth set in a tight line.     

You were never one to beat around the bush; so you let the words tumble out as you move your gaze to the ground, "I'm pregnant." And then you wait for the inevitable negative response from him that you’re sure is coming. But instead, you are met with shock when you're lifted off your feet and up into the air. Your shocked expression meets Draken's broad smile and bright eyes. 

"Why were ya crying? This is exciting news!" The joy in his voice radiates through all of you, and you can't help more tears from falling as he sets you down and cups your face with his hands. "It is mine, right?" He adds jokingly with a wink trying to lift your spirits. 

You giggle and tap his broad chest lightly with your palm. "Of course it's yours. You know I'm addicted to that thing," you jest back and gesture towards his crotch. "I thought you didn't want kids," your tone becomes a little more serious as you stare into his dark eyes.

"Well," he chuckles, moving one of his hands to rub the back of his head. "I never wanted them to be a part of my lifestyle because of Toman, but once I met you, I knew if it was going to happen, you'd be the one to convince me. Just never expected it to just happen." You can see the joy in every bit of his face though, from the crinkle in his eyes to the broad smile. Your heart swells at his words, anxiety melting away. He wanted this, and he wanted to go on this journey with you. 

You can't help but laugh at him, "You know how babies are made, right?"

A blush appears across his cheeks as he nervously laughs, "Well yeah, but-"

"Well then, my love, we do a lot of that," you say to him in a sultry voice. 

Draken grins at you devilishly and pulls you into a deep kiss, soft lips moving perfectly against your own. This was the start of an exciting but scary new journey for the two of you, but you couldn't wait to see Draken as a dad. You had no doubt he’d be perfect.

The next nine months were filled with every emotion you could possibly name. Happiness, worry, joy, sadness, and the list goes on and on. You were one of the lucky mothers who didn't have to deal with the dreaded morning sickness; you did however, have food aversion, specifically to meat. Draken was always there, rubbing your back when the tears from nowhere would sprout, making multiple trips out to get you something that wouldn't upset your stomach, and reassuring you this moment would pass. He was your rock. 

But the most exciting part of your early pregnancy was receiving your blood test results–well, it was technically the baby's blood test. But when you saw the name of your clinic pop up on your phone, you rushed quickly to answer it. Draken was downstairs in the shop talking to a customer, so he would have to wait to hear the news. Even though the call was short and sweet it had your heart pounding loudly in your chest. Thankfully, the test came back negative for any indication of abnormalities that they could pick up at ten weeks.  Before your doctor gave you the information you were dying for, she confirmed that you wanted to hear the sex of the baby, and you could hardly let her finish the question before you blurted out a "yes!" 

The moment she told you, you couldn't stop the grin from coming across your face. You and Draken had made a little bet at the start of your pregnancy, and you had officially won it. Satisfaction pulsed through your veins. Even though you would have been elated with either a boy or a girl, it was such a good feeling to know you were right. A little victory from all the havoc your body was currently putting you through.

You were waiting not so patiently for Draken to finish up with his customer, leaning over the metal railing you look down into the shop. It sounded like they were finishing up, the customer saying he would return this evening with a down payment for a bike Draken had been trying to sell this whole month. 

As soon as the bells on the front door signal it has shut, you call out to Draken, "Ken! Can you come up here, please?" You try to keep your excitement down, but you could hear the quiver in your voice as you called out to him.

Draken doesn't even question you as his heavy footsteps clink against the metal stairway. He greets you with a bright smile, and before you can say anything, he says, "I heard you on the phone; it sounded like the doctor. What did she say?" The words rush out quickly; it's cute to see him so excited.

"Well, first and foremost, everything is fine," you pause for dramatic effect, loving the way Draken's eyes light up at that. "And, wait, are you sure you want to know what the baby is?" You ask, knowing he's going to want to hear the news; you just can't stop yourself from playing with him. 

"Come on now, babe, just tell me!" He whines as he approaches you, placing his large hand on your non-existent pregnancy bump. Warmth radiates through you at the little action. "I'm dying here," he pleads as his eyes make contact with yours. 

"It's a girl," you squeak and then squeal as Draken lifts you off the ground in a tight embrace much like he did the night he found out you were pregnant. He's laughing, loud but beautiful. You aren't sure if you've ever seen him so joyful. His reactions bring joyful stinging tears to your eyes.

As he puts you down gently, you notice he’s tearing up himself. Your heart flutters at sight; there is no doubt in your mind that he's going to be a great father to your little girl. A perfect girl dad if you say so yourself.  

The two of you spend the rest of your time together until the evening discussing possible names, what she'll be like, and who she will look more like. You can’t think of a time you’ve ever been happier. Here with your little growing family was exactly where you were meant to be. 

You aren't sure if you would’ve survived those first three months without Draken. It felt like your body was changing daily, and only amplified more when the second trimester hit. Around this time, you finally noticed a slight bump poking out from your previously flat abdomen. It's almost impossible not to lay your hand on it–on her, waiting for the tiniest bit of movement that you wouldn't feel for at least a few more months.  

Draken couldn't resist either. His hand always found your little protruding bump every night as you lay together, back snuggled into his broad chest. It felt safe and comfortable, the three of you so close together. Your heart ached pleasantly whenever you realized this was going to be your little family. 

Your second trimester was a breeze; food aversion was gone, you were sleeping better, and you didn't feel so fatigued that you might fall over. Your little bump was growing every day, and you loved watching her development through your pregnancy app. Everything felt right with the world and you stupidly thought your last trimester would be a breeze.

And then it hit you like a train. All that energy you gained during the second trimester you were sure was to help you power through these last three months. Everything ached; you felt like a whale even though Draken assured you that you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. You couldn't wait to get your intruder out of you but also realized that you would miss this time. Things would be so different once she was out in the world. A melancholy feeling overtook you if you thought about it too much. 

It's your thirty-ninth week of pregnancy as you are processing all these feelings, laid out on your tiny beat-up couch, trying to get the swelling in your ankles to go down when you feel a rush of wet go through your underwear and soak right through your leggings.

Immediately you call for Draken in a panicked tone, knowing that either your water just broke or, much less likely, you lost control of your bladder. He comes bounding up the stairs, boots clanging on the metal you can hear the concern in the stomp of his footsteps. His wide eyes meet your form as you begin explaining your water just broke. 

In a frenzy, both of you jump into action. You change your clothes and confirm that your bladder was not the cause of your damp leggings. Draken grabs your hospital bag, and the two of you hurry (more of a quick waddle for you) to the car to rush to the hospital.    

And what seems like a lifetime of waiting and pain that you can’t accurately describe, the two of you welcome a screaming baby girl into the world. Little Hoshi Ryuguji burst into the two of your lives, and unbeknownst to the two of you, would change your lives forever. You can still remember the moment Draken got to hold her. His tall, imposing figure awkwardly cradled her tiny one. His eyes fixated on her as she grips tightly onto his long finger. You wish you could have got it on camera but the memory will be stuck in your mind forever. 

As you lay in the hospital bed, entirely spent, sleep begging to pull you away, you watch them with heavy eyes and don't miss the moment Draken whispers to her, "I'll do anything to protect you and mama." 

Your heart is so full at that moment that you can't even imagine anything else that would make your life complete. Your perfect little family.

Thanks for reading!

[fueledbyapplepi]

hii ! sorry for the inconvenience but i wanted to ask if you could do a second part where s / o is accused now by mikey, draken, hanma and sanzu if it is not too much trouble <3

Crush You Right Back | Mikey, Draken, Hanma, and Sanzu

- Falsely accusing their s/o

Part 1 | Part 2

warnings: cussing, toxicity, mentions of alcohol, subtle mentions of drugs

genre: angst

A/N: Hi! I just want you to know that this isn't an inconvenience (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ I actually have 5+ request of doing a part 2 so here it is. I enjoyed the pain of writing this one so I hope you'll enjoy it too!

Mikey (Sano Manjiro)

The worst part about betrayal is that it doesn't come from a stranger or an enemy.

It always comes from someone you hold on dear to.

You never saw it coming as everything was going well between you two. But just as the saying goes, life is not a fairytale. Mikey - someone who's always dear to you - broke your trust and you've never felt this betrayed your whole life.

It all started with a false rumor pointed towards you. According to some ridiculous intel, you were a member of another gang in Tokyo and were sent to infiltrate Toman and assassinate their leader.

Out of all the people, you never expected Mikey to believe it. How could he? He knew you more than anyone you trusted. He knew that you could never do that. Hell, you can't even punch properly. So how could he?

After finding out about that, Mikey immediately accused you and said that he was done with you.

It hurts that he didn't even listen to you. It's just like he was using the rumor as an excuse to break up with you.

But what hurts most is that he looked at you with cold eyes and said, "I wish that I never met you, Y/N." As he turned his back on to you and drove away with his CB250T.

Every time you close your eyes, those words were ringing on your head like a painful tune.

However, it was much more painful for Mikey. He always knew he wasn't the smartest, but how could he be fucking dumb to accuse and believe something like that.

He found out that it was just false information used to throw him off during the fight against the said gang.

He's lost everyone important to him. He can't afford to lose you now just because of his selfishness.

Packing up his courage in his chest, he walked towards you as you exited your school. Although not in his nature, he has been anxiously waiting outside for the last 5 hours.

"Y/N..." a soft and familiar voice called you out.

You saw the man you love a few feet away from you holding a bag of Dorayaki. As much as you wanted to cry and be comforted by him, you can't.

"Mikey, why are you even here?" You snapped. A mixture of sadness and anger in your voice.

Mikey bit his lip, tears already falling from his eyes. He wasn't supposed to cry, but seeing you and remembering what he did was making his heart clench.

"I'm sorry for everything. Y/N, I really need you back." he sniffled in between his cries. Not caring about the weird looks he's getting from people. "I can't go on without you."

You felt your cheeks get wet from the sight in front of you. But, trust is something you can't easily build up. Especially from someone who broke it.

"Mikey, I can't." you exhaled as you tried to calm yourself down. "I just can't bear to be with you anymore."

You felt your heart crumble as you turned your back from the man you love. If he wishes that he had never met you, then you'll do him a favor and not see him again.

And that was the last time Mikey has ever heard from you.

Draken (Ken Ryuguji)

If an apology was enough to fix anything, there'll be no room for regret.

But a simple "sorry" is never enough to mend a broken heart and a fucked up trust. He doesn't know how to do it, and all he knows is that it's just making a mess out of him. But he deserves it. After all, your relationship crumbled down to pieces because of him.

Your relationship with Draken was going smoothly after a few months of dating. It was perfect, even. But the dreamlike relationship you had with him ended too quickly.

It all started when Toman lost their funds. It was a fund to improve their uniforms kept by Draken that each member worked hard to pay off. You had nothing to do with Toman though. The only problem was, you were the only one, who knew that Draken kept the funds in his room other than Draken.

He didn't mean to, but he vented out all the anger in you. Pointing out that you were the one who took it all. He even yelled at you and told you that you were just in it for the money.

After all that fight, Draken didn't actually tell you that he'll break up with you. But the cold shoulder and weeks of ghosting you made it clear that it's all over.

It was ridiculous to even point his finger at you. But it hurts even more just to find out that he'll leave you hanging like that. You don't deserve to be like this.

Draken's aware that it was his fault. His mouth ran over before he could even think. Words and accusations piercing your heart.

He found out that one of the new employees took notice of the bag he's holding every day. Causing them to sneak up into his room and steal it.

You were the one who didn't deserve that. You don't even deserve him in the first place. But, he can't just leave you hanging like that.

He knows that you'll probably never forgive him. But despite that, he's on his way to your house to ask for an apology that he knows you deserve.

While you were preparing to go to your friend's house, you heard a knock on your door. And as you opened it, you saw the person you least expected.

"Draken." You stared at the person in front of you. Love, annoyance, and sadness piling up inside of you.

You wanted to run into his arms. But you know that if you do, you'll be on to something that can never be fixed.

"Y/N," He looked at you. Still beautiful as ever, but there was an emptiness in your eyes. Something he hasn't seen before. "I'm sorry, I know it-"

Draken was cut off. A loud slap echoing through your place.

"Save it" You cried angrily. You thought that you've already moved on. But seeing the person who broke your heart was different.

Draken looked at you with a hand holding his cheek. "I'm really sorry, Y/N. You don't deserve me."

You only looked at Draken. A lump forming on your throat. "I don't need that apology, Ken. Just get out of my sight, please." You closed your eyes as you cried.

Not bearing to see him leave, you shut off your door.

Draken walked away. Punching the wall in the alleyway where he parked his bike.

He knew you couldn't forgive him. He already expected that it wouldn't be the same.

But why does he feel tears pooling in the corner of his eyes?

Hanma Shuji

He thought that a few drinks will be enough to drown the thought of you.

But alcohol only made it much worse. When he's sober, he can put the thought of you at the back of his mind. But now, he's intoxicated with the thought of you and his regret.

Other than Kisaki, you were one of the few people he trusted in his life. He might be all into fun and games, yet he was dead serious with his relationship with you. No matter what craziness he does, you were able to put up with him. With you, life was never dull.

Until he fucked it up.

His plans with Kisaki to manipulate Toman again went down the drain. And he had no one to blame other than you. You always told him that you never liked Kisaki, so he thought that you tried to ruin their plans by ratting Toman.

Hanma closed his eyes. Remembering the long argument you two had.

-

"Hanma, as much as I don't like your friend, I would NEVER EVER fucking rat on you two. I don't even know anyone at Toman!" You snapped at your boyfriend.

"Oh really now? Well, do you think that I'll believe you?" Hanma laughed sarcastically "HELL FUCKING NO!"

You feel yourself tear up from the argument. You've been going on this for more than an hour now and it's taking a toll on you.

"Hanma I'm sorry." You pleaded "I swear I didn't do anything"

"You know what, Y/N? We're done. I can't be with someone who I can't trust" Hanma brushed over his hair. Trying to understand you, but his anger keeps getting the best of him.

He's willing to throw everything away just because he jumped to a baseless conclusion?

You swallowed what felt like the last of your pride. "No, Hanma. I'm sorry. But I swear I-

"Leave." Hanma pointed out at the door of his apartment. "Just leave, Y/N. I can't even look at you."

You feel your heartbreak. It was painful. Literally.

You didn't care if you look pathetic. But you wanted to at least tell Hanma what you feel.

"It was fun." You smiled at him despite your tears.

-

It was just a dumb conclusion that he made. It's just that Draken's smart enough to predict their half-assed plan.

It was his fault, yet, he put all the blame on you. And he broke you. That's for sure.

He tried to get you back, but when he went to your apartment, the landlady told him that you left.

Your old place left no trace of you.

Hanma gulped the last drop of the alcohol he was drinking. Throwing it somewhere across his apartment.

There were no clues about you. It's just like you disappeared into thin air.

He never even got to say his apologies and deepest regret.

He closed his eyes. Feeling the alcohol sink into his mind, he imagined the days where you two were still together.

"Y/N..."

Sanzu Haruchiyo

The relationship ended in the worst way possible.

Sanzu never meant to hurt you. The last thing he wanted was to see you crying because of him.

Just like him, you were always loyal to Sanzu. Out of all the people in the world, he trusted his true self to you. Even his deepest and darkest secrets.

How couldn't he? You accepted everything about him. It was the kindness in your heart. You were able to see the beauty in horrible. You were able to love someone like him.

So how could he forget that and just accuse some bullshit in you? What's gotten into him?

A few weeks ago, someone called on the police while Toman and another gang were busy fighting each other.

It's not like they're harming civilians. In fact, it was in an abandoned warehouse. So no one could possibly see them. Except you who knew the location.

And because of his loyalty to Mikey, and his anger that a few members were taken into custody, he pinned it all on you.

But apparently, none of it was your fault. It's just that Japan's police force is more alert now than ever.

Every time he remembers what he said to you, it makes him flinch and want to punch himself in the face.

"You're a disappointment to me, Y/N.," he said as he walked away from you. Signifying the end of your relationship.

On the other hand, it pained your heart that Sanzu would ever think that you'll do that to them. You know that being in a gang brings danger, but you never thought of putting them in such a situation.

But you have to move on. Slowly, but you'll be there.

To better cope up with your process, you decided to post a picture of you and your friend on a theme park together.

The post notification lit up Sanzu's phone. Showing that you posted on one of your accounts.

He smiled. You looked happy. Happier than you'll ever be with him.

Without even realizing it, Sanzu felt tears falling into the screen of his phone. Sadness and guilt slowly creeping upon him.

"Y/N..." He breathed out as he dialed your number. He can't bear seeing you that happy without him. Your best days were his worst.

"The number you have dialed is unattended..." Did you block him? Did you change numbers? Does this mean that you hate him?

Sanzu felt his heart breaking. He can never show his face to you again after all he's done. After all, it's all his fault for being an asshole.

"I'm sorry Y/N..." He cried pathetically at the corner of his room.

Once again, he looked at your photos. Reminding him that you're everything that he's lost.

He'll never get over you sober. He needs to find an escape.

An escape that will make him high enough to forget the thought of you.

[bokuroskitten]

᯽⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Nothing’s gunna hurt you, baby.

Ken “Draken” Ryuuguji x reader.

W. Hurt/Comfort piece dealing with real emotions, mentions of assault, mentions of a bad home life (all implied never explicitly stated.), mentions of restricted eating.

I don’t know how to vent properly but I do know how to write. Kinda. Anyway. Take this vent. Please read the warnings the implied subject matter is heavy and may be triggering. I won’t be tagging this either, its really just meant to be a vent and nothing more. Ily guys, I hope everyone is doing well. Staying hydrated. <3

“Can I come over?”

The text woke Draken up at 1:14 am. He had his phone off silent for a reason, had a feeling that you’d be calling or texting him to escape. Rubbing a hand over his eye his other hand typed away on his phone, already pulling himself out of bed.

“Yea. I’ll come get you?”

“It’s okay, I’m already on the way.”

That made him frown. It was bad enough that you couldn’t wait for a ride from him. He didn’t like when you made your way over by yourself, especially at this hour, but he felt a bit of relief as soon as another text dropped in the text chat. A pin with your location, so he knows just where you’d be at all times.

“See you soon.”

That was the last text he sent. He was pulling on a pair of sweatpants and pulled his black hair into a messy bun as he slipped on a pair of slippers. He scratched at his abdomen, lighting a few candles that he knew were your favourite in the living room so it wasn’t so dark. He kept the blinds drawn, the city lights too bright and too luminescent even at this time of night. He already started cooking up food he knew you considered to be comfort food, cutting up some green onion and boiling a broth.

He kept an eye on that little pin, all the way until it reached his apartment complex. He made sure water had been set out for you, the blanket you usually used when you came over spread out on the couch.

He opened the door almost as soon as he received the “here” text from you.

You looked exhausted, one of his sweaters already on, a pair of long shorts, hair a bit tousled. You had a duffle bag over your shoulder.

You were going to stay here a couple of days.

“Hi.” You murmur, and it took him pulling you into his chest for you to finally relax, shoulders slumping enough that your bag slipped from your hold, head finding that familiar comfortable spot on his chest.

“Hi, lil love.” He speaks back, voice low, gentle. He can tell that you want to cry. Need to actually. Your shoulders are trembling, there are goosebumps on your back. Your breathing is uneven.

It kills him. it kills him so badly that you feel this way. Have to go through what you do at home. Have to relive the moments that made you want to not wanna live anymore.

One day he was going to take it all away, but until then, he’d keep you here, safe, for as long as he could.

“C’mere.”

His hands grip the back of your thighs, and he easily scoops you up into his grasp. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, as well as your arms, that loop tightly around his shoulders. He holds you close, lips pressed into the crown of your head as he slowly walks the two of you into the kitchen. He lets you cling to him as long as you’d like, face finding the safe spot that is the crook of his neck. His familiar scent puts you at ease despite your tears, as well as the feeling of his hair as your play with it, running the strands between your fingers. All the while he finished up the ramen he had started before you got there, brows knitted in consternation as he boiled the noodles along with the eggs.

He made you two, knew it was your favourite part.

He only made you sit on the counter when he needed to drain the noodles, and even then, he stayed close. Pressed a kiss to your cheek, right under your eye, on your forehead whenever he heard you sniffle to yourself or wiped at your eyes. Your hand stayed glued to his shirt, gripping at the hem.

You didn’t want to let him go, and he’d never make you.

He eased you off the counter before handing you the steaming bowl of ramen. It was covered in Hello Kitty, with vibrant blues, greens and yellows covering the ceramic surface. He bought it once he discovered just how much ramen you could eat.

“Careful, it’s hot.” He murmurs, and you nod, voice still seeming to be lost. For Draken, that was okay. He knew when things like this happened, that you weren’t much of a talker. Not right away anyway, so he didn’t push. He wrapped his free arm around you to walk you back into the living room, taking a seat on the couch. Once his back was up against the armrest he pulled you between his thighs, made sure you were comfy and your food was balanced properly on a pillow before he took his eyes away from you, flicking through Netflix to put something mindless on.

The sounds of the sitcom filled the apartment, along with your soft slurping, the subtle crackles the candles made from burning for so long. Draken sighed softly through his nose, one hand drawing patterns along the expanse of your thigh absentmindedly. He only really came back into focus when he noticed you had stopped eating so soon, cheek pressing back into his chest, going so far as to leave an egg behind.

Musta been a really hard day. He knew it would be, wished he coulda been there to help ease you.

“It's not good?” Draken tried to joke, his smile soft as he pushed some hair away from your face so he could get a better look at you. He can tell you try to return it with a smile of your own. But he knew. It didn’t hold the same shine your smile, no matter the size, always had. “It's good…”

“Have a little more?” He questions, and you shrug. Draken is forever patient, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. “Have you eaten today?”

You shake your head this time, voice lost again due to the trembling of your lower lip. He lets out a soft coo, a comforting sound that's pressed into your hair as he eases your hands away from the chopsticks, and picks them up instead. He holds the bowl a little closer to your face in his free hand, doing the work for you. “C’mon, open. Eat a little more.”

You’re reluctant, only a few moments before you eat what's being held to you. And it continues just like that. Draken feeds you small bits at a time, while his palm smooths from your thigh to your tummy, pulling you even closer to him. He has you eat the other egg, his smile coming back a little when you hum at the taste and most of the noodles before he lets the chopsticks rest in the leftover broth.

“Good…” You relax into him further at the rumble in his voice. “Good girl, you needed to eat.” You nod again and allow your body to curl into him, face smooshing up against his peck. He lets you get cozy, his arm long enough that he can slide the bowl onto the coffee table without disturbing you. He brings the blanket over you, watching how it swallows you up, as you nuzzle him like you’re trying to hide.

There's that clench in his heart again.

His arms are around you firmly, one hand pressed to the back of your head, cradling it into your favourite spot. He keeps his lips pressed to your forehead, squeezing you just a little tighter when you start to shake again, the whispered whine making his brows furrow.

“It's okay baby, you’re okay. You’re safe with me.”

He could tell you were holding in the sob you released as soon as he spoke those words. It ripped from your chest, made your whole frame shudder against him. He shushed you, his own eyes squeezed shut as he caressed you.

“I hate him, Ken… and I hate them, I hate myself— I hate feeling this way… I hate—“

“I know, I hate him too. But not them, or you. Never you baby.

His grip didn’t ease, even as you sobbed into his skin, when as your nails gently dug into him. He stayed firm, grounded for you. Always for you, anything for you.

He wasn’t sure how long it had taken, but finally, your cries had subsided. Your eyes were puffy, your nose stuffed when you started to find yourself dozing. Draken took that as his cue to lean towards the coffee table, and blow out the candles that were already dwindling. Keeping your head cradled in his palm and the blanket wrapped around you, he scooped you up.

It was times like this he was reminded just how small you were, curled up in his embrace, clinging to him weakly. It only had him holding you tighter. He knew better than anyone what it felt like growing up in a home that felt unsafe, unsure, unstable. He had seen what happened to the girls when someone had been a little too rough with them. They never did seem to go back to their normal selves after moments like that. He didn’t wish upon anyone, especially you.

So, he’d be the person he needed as a child, for you, now and always.

The clock on his bedside table read 4:03 am, not that he was paying attention. He was grateful that when he settled in bed you barely stirred, your body already going heavy, limp from exhaustion. He kept you held against his chest even as he tucked you both in.

He wouldn’t ease. Wouldn’t let you go.

“I love you, Ken.” He huffed, his lips turning into a little smile and his heart fluttering behind his ribcage. Your words were sluggish, slurred, murmured in between the land of the living and dreamworld. He placed a final kiss on your forehead before his chin found purchase on the top of your head.

He’d be a home for you, one day. You were already his.

“I love you too, Lil love.”

[usernamerenn]

i do love you

pairing — ryuguji “draken” ken x f!reader

summary — you have always been jealous of emma, and now you know it was with good reason

note — spoilers. i wanted to write some angst. likes and reblogs are always appreciated

The apartment was in complete disarray. Broken picture frames that showed a once happy couple now hazardously decorated the floor, and the living room’s coffee table had been violently overturned sometime during the fight. You didn’t know how this argument started, but insults and pointed remarks were carelessly being thrown back and forth with no regard for the feelings they hurt.

You stood there in absolute anger as you stared at Draken with a matching glare. He had never looked at you with such harshness in his eyes before, and for once in your relationship, you felt nothing but contempt for the man standing across from you. This wasn’t the man you fell in love with. You wanted to believe he was only a stranger wearing the mask of your loving boyfriend.

“Why are you acting like this?! I already told you that I’m not cheating on you! I’ve just been busy at the shop!”

“You really expect me to believe you after weeks of cancelling dates and not properly answering my texts or calls?!” you shouted in disbelief, the sound of your own voice grating and unpleasant to listen to after all your previous screaming. “S-stop lying to me! Just tell me the truth! I thought you said you loved me!”

Draken’s response was immediate, and there was no hesitation in his voice. “I do love you, Emma!”

The sound of her name rang out clearly and tauntingly. You froze, staring at Draken in shock as whatever feelings of anger and resentment you had in that moment quickly dissolved, leaving you confronted with a somber realization. Emma, Emma, Emma. Her name kept repeating in your mind like a broken record player. Emma, the name of the wonderful person that you never got to meet. Emma, the name of Mikey’s sister and someone that you had always been subconsciously jealous of. Emma, the name of Draken’s first love.

You remembered when you had been first introduced to Draken’s friends. You recalled Mikey’s cold, judgemental glares and the looks of sympathy that Mitsuya would send your way when he thought that you wouldn’t notice. You had initially been confused by all of this, but you still put on your best smile whenever you greeted your boyfriend’s friends. After all, you wanted them to like you. It was only after you had unintentionally listened in on one of their conversations that you learned the reason for Mikey and Mitsuya’s odd behaviour.

“Who the hell does she think she is? Ken-chin was supposed to be with Emma, not her!”

“I know, but it’s not her fault, so stop acting this way, Mikey. Besides, Emma would’ve wanted Draken to be happy.”

“I know, it’s just-”

“I know, I know. I miss her, too.”

When you had eventually asked your boyfriend about who this Emma person was, you were taken aback by the subtle yet sincere smile on Draken’s face as he went on to explain who Emma was. Emma was Mikey’s younger sister that had tragically died during one of Toman’s conflicts with another gang. As you continued to listen, you were surprised by how Draken spoke about Emma with such wistfulness in his voice and expression. From that day on, he would always reminisce about Emma. And while you tried to convince yourself that it was fine because she was a beloved friend, you still couldn’t stop your heart from hurting every time you saw the genuine adoration and love in your boyfriend’s eyes as he spoke about another woman.

“I remember how Emma, Mikey, and I would always go to this crêpe shop.”

“Oh, I got that for Emma’s birthday once.”

“Women like this kind of jewellery, right? That’s what Emma used to tell me.”

Emma. It was always Emma. The more she was mentioned and talked about, the more you began to resent this person that you had never even met before. It was unfair, but you hated her. Were you not good enough? Were you just a replacement for Emma? Did Draken ever truly love you? These questions and thoughts always floated about in your mind and taunted you, and today you finally got your answer.

Locking your arms around yourself in a comforting manner, you were no longer able to meet Draken’s gaze as he quickly realized what he had just said. When he tried to reach for you, he was only met with the heartbreaking reaction of you immediately taking a step away from him.

“I think we need a break,” you tearfully declared, trying your best to keep from breaking down. “I don’t know if I can continue with this relationship anymore.”

With that last sorrowful remark, you hastily left Draken’s apartment without another word, leaving him to contemplate over his absolutely stupid mistake. Once you were gone, he let out a scream of anger before violently kicking the coffee table once more. Why? Why did he have to be such an idiot?! Why did he even say Emma’s name?! Tired and unable to care for anything anymore, Draken fell to the floor.

“Today wasn’t supposed to be like this,” Draken mumbled, tears falling down his face as he retrieved an engagement ring from his pocket, the very same ring he had been working so hard to save up for. Today was supposed to be the day he finally asked you to marry him.

Did he love you? More than anything, Draken loved you. He loved you so much that it sometimes hurt to even think of his life without you. He loved you, and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but you didn’t know this. And maybe you never would.