GOD I LOVE HIM AND THIS STORY SO MUCH

GOD I LOVE HIM AND THIS STORY SO MUCH

Draken rest well ♡😭

Distractions (Part 4): Ken Ryuguji x Fem!Reader

synopsis: the final task is a duel. And perhaps you're not ready. Perhaps you are. You won't know until the end.

wc: 1.1k

tw: violence, fluff

previous part👁 masterlist 👁 next part

The longhouse is empty. You and Draken are the only ones standing in the bedroom, hands full of materials. His are metal-based. Yours are filled with leather and wood.

You're helping him dress in silence, which seems to be a theme.

"You can still back out," you murmur, lacing his arms with leather. "You can rescind your request." Draken adjusts the armor carefully, not looking at you or responding. You touch his stern face and angle it so he's looking into your eyes. "Draken. Listen to me."

"I heard every word," he murmurs with a stern face.

"Don't do this," you reiterate, but he looks away again, touching his sword thoughtfully. "You're giving him what he wants: a show. What if you lose? Then, what will you do when he punishes both of us?"

"I will suffer it with gladness... and try for your hand as many times as I have to." Draken's fingers tighten his other arm guard before he pauses, takes his shield from your hands gently, and sighs.

"You're playing with fire," you try, holding his face between your hands. "I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I won't," he chuckles, tilting his head to the side. "Have you so soon lost your faith in me?"

"Draken," a man yells into the longhouse. "It's time." Draken looks down at you and smiles again, but it barely reaches his eyes.

"Will you take this?" he wonders, fishing an item out of his pocket. "It's my fylgia." You take the wooden totem and examine the wolf shape carved into it. "I usually hold onto it during battle, but knowing it's in your hands would be a great comfort to me."

You wrap your fingers around it and nod, looking him in his eyes. "Don't go out there and lose."

"I won't," Draken whispers, cupping your neck as he leans in. "I won't lose." When your lips meet, you're sure the duel is already over. You feel your heart leap into your throat as your lips part, letting him get even closer to you.

"Draken!" The kiss is instantly broken, and Draken pulls back, cheeks red and breathing ragged.

"Coming," he shouts back, eyes still closed. "This will have to wait until the duel is over." The blonde takes your hand and kisses the back before walking out into the open air, leaving you and your heart behind.

Fingers twitch. Legs tremble. Knees knock.

You can't stand the anticipation of the moment; each breath you take tallies up to some unknown end.

Terms are agreed to, hands are shaken, and paces are counted. Whatever the end of this is, you think anxiously, will determine my fate.

Draken draws his sword as the jarl does the same, his eyes focused on the man opposite him.

"You'll lose this fight," the jarl announces gleefully. "And you will pay for it." Draken does not respond. He only readjusts his grip and stands tall.

"Begin." Draken's hand lets the sword drop to the ground as the words fall from the man's lips. A gasp rings out in the crowd and you lean forward in shock. The jarl guffaws, assuming this is a sign of defeat, and drops his own sword.

"Bested without a fight!"

Draken lunges forward at the man without warning, hands poised to take his larger opponent down to the ground. You raise onto your tiptoes as the fight ensues, each man tumbling with the other sans sword or shield.

They wrestle, flipping and turning in the dirt in hopes of gaining an advantage. The fight only seems to produce scratches and bruised knuckles, but no blood.

"You fool!" the jarl grunts, laying on the ground with his neck encased by Draken's fingers. "Ack... ack... ack..." Draken presses into him with his weight, eyes wild as he chokes the man into submission. People are yelling, cheering, jeering, appalled, and amazed at the brute strength. But your eyes focus on Draken's face, his jaw clenched and teeth bared in hatred.

He's going to kill him.

"No," you cry out, taking a few hurried steps forward. "Draken, don't!" Before you even lurch into open space where the fight is ensuing, you're caught and held back. "Draken! Don't kill him!" Your screams do nothing. The jarl's eyes roll back into his head after a long while, and Draken's hand scrambles for the sword he forged, holding it as he stands over the subdued opponent.

A scream so long and awful tears itself from your throat, but no one can interfere. This is the price to pay. You look away as the sword comes down, squeezing your eyes shut while everyone else watches in rapt fascination and horror.

There's a brief pause and then hacking coughs, each clearing the shaken man's throat. You open your eyes and see Draken still hovering over the jarl with the sword in hand, but now there's a long, deep cut from the bottom of the jarl's left eye to his chin.

"First blood," Draken announces, his blonde hair tumbling free around his face. "Now, you'll look in the mirror daily and see the mercy I gave you." Draken sheaths his new sword and steps over the man, his dirty face screwed up in concentration.

Wordlessly, he takes your hand and guides you away from the crowd and back to his home, where the door is shut and locked.

"Draken," you breathe when he finally lets go of your hand, but the man simply undoes his leather armor, tosses aside his shield and sword, and takes off his shirt. He splashes fresh water on his face and wipes it clean before shuffling toward the bed.

"Eat, sleep. Enjoy your freedom." He sits on the bed, shoulders hunched over. "Tomorrow, we leave at dawn."

"Where will we go?" you wonder, approaching the bed cautiously. "Why must we leave?"

"Because I am tired," he states simply. "And this is no place for us." Draken sighs loudly, then lays on his back in the bed, his blonde hair tousled and face calm. It's so hard for you to believe that he was nearly feral only a few moments ago, holding the life of the most powerful man in his hands... and sparing it.

You carefully crawl into the bed with him, laying beside him without touching, but not out of fear. Draken rolls over and tucks you underneath his arm, pulling you in and inhaling your scent deeply.

And it occurs to you - though you can't fully understand why - that he hadn't slept in many days. This was his reward - rest. And he had almost paid for it with his life.

taglist: @galactict3a @bontensbabygirl @cheriibakudan @bertholdts--butt @metta-crybaby @brownskinnedgirll @penguinlovestowrite @southside-otaku (feel free to ask to be added or removed from the taglist!)

omfg you should write about calling the tr boys a “good boy” in bed and then they get all red and flustered woowee

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀 “𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘”

+ mikey, kazutora, inui, ran, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, cursing, dirty talk, hand!job, fingering, soft dom w! sub! reader

an. i went feral writing this and i’m not sorry

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘

gentle fingers interlocking together as manjiro rolls his hips, the tighter the squeeze while your legs wrap around his waist, he looks down at you slanting his eyes when pleasure shoots down his veins. “you’re such a good boy, manjiro” you whisper out to him, a gentle smile spreading across your lips as mikey stops for a split second to cast his vicious snare at you. “stop with the pet names” he scoffs, gripping your fingers while he picks up the pace, plunging his cock deeper inside you and maybe it’s to alter his expressions but manjiro can’t help but feel a warmth blossom in his chest. the words felt like honey seeping into his ears, the way you said it—the way you looked telling him he’s a good boy has manjiro gasping out as his hot seed fills your hole and when he suddenly wraps you harder in his arms, quietly humming into your ear, “y-you can call me a good boy but only if you want.”

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀

nestled between his legs you gently stroke kazutora’s cock within your hands, fluttering your lashes while he meekly looks down at you, “good boy” you hum, poking your tongue out to swipe across your damp bottom lip. kazutora gasps, throwing his head back at the pet name you so sweetly called out to him. “always wanna be a good boy for you” kazutora whines, the coil burrowed deep within his gut begins unraveling, legs trembling while you pump him faster. “yeah? gonna cum for me, tora? be my good boy?” kazutora whimpers as your wrist flicks, gripping the swollen tip until his hips begin bucking into your palm, cute little noises falling from kazutora’s lips as he sprays pretty white ribbons on your hands and colors the sheets below him. “told you i’m always a good boy” kazutora lazily grins at you, chest heaving as you’re left a mess with his cum.

𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈

inui features glows mysteriously while slices of light glitter down on his face, a seldom smile spreads across his face as you cup his cheek, shifting closer to him in the bed “you’re always such a good boy, seishu” you whisper out to him, inui cheeks flashing red at the words. he lingers his touch to your waist, wrapping his arms around you as inui pulls you close to his chest, snaking a hand down to your heat inui cups your cunt, “how good of a boy do i have to be to make you cum on my fingers, huh?” a low gasp slips through your lips when inui slowly draws his fingers through your slick folds, smiling at you when he hears your voice catch a different pitch. “a r-really good boy” you’re able to voice back, an arch in your spine while inui slowly pumps his fingers into your hole, “hm? what was that? didn’t quite catch that my good girl” inui smiles before curling his fingers inside you and just like that inui really is a good boy, a little too good.

𝐑𝐀𝐍

with your hands reaching out to claw on ran’s chest even then it seems like the brutal pace doesn’t falter from your doting boyfriend, ran continuously snaps his hips further—he leans down to curiously watch your facial expressions. “you’re such a good boy, ran” your cheeky smile causes ran to slow down his hips, leaning down on his elbow ran smooths over fray hairs from your face. “i know i am” he grins back so menacingly, rocking his hips back into that tantalizing tempo that can only knock the wind out of your lungs. “aren’t i such a good boy? fucking you until you can’t say anything but make those pretty noises for me?” ran groans, leaning back until both of your legs are placed over his shoulder, he kisses your ankle as the other hand leans down to trace circles on your puffy clit. “if you’re going to start giving me pet names pretty girl be sure to back it up, yeah?” ran smiles again before he is plunging his cock deeper inside you and you can’t for the life of you remember anything else after that.

𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

rindou runs his hands through his damp multi colored strands, smirking while he watches the way your tits bounce right in his face, using his cock however you please and rindou could honestly die a happy man. he’s nowhere near cumming anytime soon, basking in your warm walls sucking him in and how fucking good you feel wrapped around his thick cock. “good boy” you gasp, planting your hands down on rindou’s chest for some leverage as the hot coil in your stomach snaps against your inner gut. rindou ignores it, biting down on his bottom lip as the name filters through his mind—he fucking hates how much his cock throbs at that word, why does it feel so good all of a sudden? is he really a good boy? but before rindou can even process what you’ve even said he’s burying himself deeper inside you as he coats your walls with his hot cum. never making eye contact rindou just grabs you to shove your face into his neck, “you’re my best boy, rin” and just like that rindou is fucking hard again.

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔

“fuck princess, please say it again” sanzu moans so loudly it rattles your ears, the curdling whimpers of such a vicious man becoming nothing but a withering mess. sanzu looks up at you with half lidded eyes, scarred lips curling into a smile while you bend down to leave open mouth kisses against his neck. “good boy, haru. you’re such a good boy” you praise him, rolling your hips as the tip of his cock bruises along your cervix, sanzu moans again at the name—if it’s possible stars are blistered in his vision, he never knew just a simple word could drive him fucking insane. “yeah, such a good boy” sanzu babbles incoherently, snapping his fingers on the fat of your hips and pushing you down harder on him, “can i cum inside my pretty girl? wanna be a good boy for you” sanzu grunts, looking right at you and how could you deny that sweet face when he’s just begging to be such a good boy, only for you.

Aki thru mappa’s pov probably

Rightfully Yours - shinsou hitoshi x reader smau

summary

you finally got a date with the man of your dreams but your best friend isn’t too happy about that and doesn’t like the lack of attention you’re giving him

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x gn!reader

genre: smau, crack, best friends to lovers, fluff, angst

warning: toxic relationship, miscommunication, swearing

status: ongoing!

taglist: open!

Date 1: Anti U.A.

Date 2: After School He Said

Date 3: Friday

Date 4: Levitating

Date 5: Being Single is better than going out with you/j

Date 6: Fever Dream

Date 7: Horror Night with a Pinch of Soba

Date 8: Bestest Friends

Date 9: Shinsou’s Type

Date 10: When they’re dumb

Date 11: Gross

Date 12: We Trust You

Date 13: Tell

Date 14: After School

Date 15: You before Him

Date 16: Sabotage

Date 17: Manifest Harder

Date 18: Looking Out for You

Date 19: Who to forgive

Date 20: Trust

Date 21: Without your love I can’t live on

Date 22: May the Best Man Win

Date 23: Mine

Date 24: Nervous

Date 25: Todoroki’s Gay

Date 26: Overwhelmed

Date 27: Not your Boyfriend

Date 28: The Origins of Toshi

Date 29: Love is Full of Surprises

Date 30: Overreacting

Date 31: Forever Mine

Date 32: I’ll Be Waiting

Date 33: Always

Date 34: You

Date 35: Holy Shit

Date 36: Sorry

Date 37: Scooby Doo

Date 38: Note

Date 39: Love is an interesting emotion

Date 40: Anything For You

Date 41: Maniac

Date 42: Only Them

Date 43: Can you wait?

Date 44: Awkward

Date 45: Do You…?

Date 46:

Wakasa canon needy boyfriend HEHEHE 💖💖💖 he needs attention always !

[ NEEDY ] IMAUSHI WAKASA.

“waka, please,” you sigh tiredly, but wakasa can hear the smile in your voice—he can even feel it as your lips press against his forehead in a gentle kiss. but he doesn’t let the soft touch of your lips bribe him into letting go, however. instead, he’s shifting more weight to press onto you as his face hides in the crook of your neck, pulling an exasperated groan out of you as you glare down at him.

“no,” he mumbles, latching onto your body tighter, “stay.”

“i can’t.”

“yes you can.”

“i need to get up,” you huff, “i’ll be late for work—again.”

“then be late. just tell them you had important things to do.”

“cuddling in the morning isn’t important—”

“that’s rude,” he interrupts, pouting into your neck as his hands squeeze your hips, “it’s important to me.”

you can’t help but roll your eyes, can’t help but purse your lips as you look down at the mess of hair under your chin as wakasa tucks himself into you. it’s a losing battle every morning—a constant back and forth that you know you’re powerless to win.

at first, imaushi wakasa seems like a distant guy. he seems like someone you’d get lucky to even hold hands with, someone who keeps his space and maintains his composure. at least, that’s what you used to think. it doesn’t take long after dating to realize he’s quite the opposite—that he’s clingy in the mornings, that he needs far too many kisses throughout the day to be normal, that he follows you around the house like a lost puppy, that he can’t sleep without you playing with his hair at night.

it’s funny at first, it’s cute and makes you just a little giddy that a renowned gang member is as needy as he is around you—but sometimes, like right now for example, it’s just a little inconvenient too.

“wakasa, you have to let go—”

“don’t wanna,” he grumbles, grabbing your hand and planting it over his head. you sigh—and yet, you’re tangling your fingers into his long tresses and scratching at his scalp. and really, you hate to admit it, but maybe it’s not entirely his fault that he’s as spoiled as he is—you never seem to really be able to fight against him, giving him exactly what he wants no matter how many times you tell yourself not to.

“you’re so damn needy,” you mumble, slowly rubbing circles into his back as he sighs happily. you eye the clock wearily, watching as the seconds tick by and the minute hand moves slowly but surely until you’re late—just like you are every morning with him.

“no ‘m not,” he murmurs—and then his head tilts up and his lips tug into a tiny pout as you pull your hand away from his head. “why’d you stop?”

“see?” you snort, pinching his nose affectionately, “very needy.”

your hand moves to cup his face, rubbing a thumb over the swell of his cheek. and there’s something satisfying about seeing someone like him pout as he presses his face deeper into your palm, something that makes your chest swell fondly as he closes his eyes and leans into your touch, something that makes him that much more human. sometimes, you almost don’t think it’s the same person—the man you’ve watched punch noses in can’t be the one sprawled over your body right now, can’t be the one who whines for five more minutes of cuddles in the mornings as you’re running late for work.

“can’t you just call in sick,” he grunts, plopping his head onto your chest, staring up at you as he props himself up on his chin.

“no,” you roll your eyes, “you ask me this every morning. the answer is still the same.”

“if you loved me you would,” he grumbles, glaring at you as you poke his curled lips with a giggle.

“don’t i love you when i run late every morning for your extra cuddles?”

“hardly.”

“you’re ungrateful,” you flick his forehead, chuckling as he clicks his teeth and swats your hand away, “i risk my job for you every damn morning.”

“you don’t need it,” he insists, “i’ll take care of you, and you stay with me in the mornings. it’s a win-win, see?”

“i don’t think being stuck under you is a win—”

“oh yeah?” he grins, making your heart skip a beat, “but you never seem to complain when you’re under me,” he says cheekily.

and he’s unfair—looking up at you in that handsome way he does, throwing you that lopsided smirk with a strand of hair loosely hanging across his face. you tuck it behind his ear, trailing your thumb along his cheeks and across his nose, tracing over his lips and under the crinkles of his eyes.

for a moment, you think maybe wakasa isn’t the only one who’s needy—you think maybe you need him just as badly as he needs you too.

“waka,” you groan, throwing him a dirty look as he snickers. “i really have to get up—”

“just five more minutes,” he pleads, flopping back onto your chest and snuggling against you, tucking his head under your chin. and when you kiss his forehead, he’s sure he’s won—just like always.

“you said that like twenty minutes ago,” you raise a brow.

“this time for real,” he mumbles.

it’s a lie—you know it as well as he does, but you don’t think it’s a morning without imaushi wakasa clinging to your body until you’re more than a little late.

so with a fond smile and a roll of your eyes, you wrap your arms around him as you kiss the top of his head, pulling the blanket over his body as he sighs in content.

“you’re a liar,” you snort, shaking your head as he smiles victoriously into your shirt.

gray omg u get me sobsob he’s so baby CRIES 🥲

Save My Heart

WARNING ⚠️: this includes themes of suicidal thoughts, sexual assault/harassment and abuse. If you cannot read this comfortably please contact someone who you can trust.

Ryuji Sakamoto x fem reader

Ryuji found you crying your eyes out on the street near the school. After taking you home, he learns of the situation between you and the coach.

Ryuji held his umbrella looking up at the cloudy sky. Days like this were common so it wasn’t anything unusual, what was unusual was that he found you crying your eyes out on the sidewalk in front of the school. He quickly walked to your shaking form as you wiped the tears and rain away.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” He went to gently touch your shoulder but you slapped him away.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” You screeched terrified. You looked up with an intense glare but when you saw it was Ryuji, you only broke down more.

“Ryu..I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You repeated. Your tears started to flow and became heavier as your apologized but Ryuji stopped you.

“It’s ok! I’m not hurt! Is it ok if I touch you?” Ryuji gently asked. You slowly nodded and he put his blazer over your shoulders. He held the umbrella over your head and the two of you walked to your home. Your parents were never home and always on business trips so no one was there to see what happened to you besides Ryuji. Ryuji sat you down on the couch and left to grab some towels. You slowly dried yourself with the towels thinking about what happened to you.

“Do you want to change? I can leave you alone to do that if you want?” Ryuji asked. You knew he was worried about any possible injuries you may have without his knowledge.

“Y-Yeah. Can you help me up..?” You didn’t have to say and he already helped you into your feet and slowly guided you to your room. He shut the door and you took off your shirt.

Your body was toned for Volleyball. You were used to rigorous workouts and training since your parents did the same when you said you wanted to go to college with it. But this…this was different. You couldn’t bring yourself to continue to stand at the sight of your body in front of the full length mirror. You fell to your knees with a loud thud as your tears started pouring out again.

“Y/n? Are you ok?” His voice expressed immense concern and you couldn’t respond to him.

“R-Ryu? Help me..” You cried. You heard the door open but you didn’t see Ryuji. You heard his footsteps and you saw his feet in front of you but saw nothing else.

“Y/n..Who did this?” He questioned. You looked up to him teary eyed to meet his angry gaze. The only comforting thing about his anger was that it made you so happy to have him.

“It..It was coach..He called me to his office and he seemed happy at first..” You shuttered recalling the moment.

“He wanted to talk about my performance and how I can do better but he started to get closer to me. He said he WANTED me..” You held yourself in your arms as you leaned back down to your knees.

“He tried to touch me! I told him no and then he started hitting me with anything he could grab! He told me I should die for rejecting him! And I honestly believed it! But I don’t wanna die! I can’t leave you to him! ” Your fear started to take you and swallow you while. Ryuji couldn’t do much but stare at the bruises and the scabs that were starting to open back up. Ryuji shook his head clearing his thoughts.

‘My girlfriend needs me. I can worry about shittyshida later.’

Ryuji kneeled down to your level. He didn’t touch you. He knew that’s not what you needed or wanted right now.

“It’s not your fault. His actions were never your fault. You are an amazing person. You are ambitious for wanting to take volleyball seriously. You’re incredibly talented when you play the guitar! I mean you play so well! I love when you do. You’re also smart. You have the top grades in our grade. I don’t know what I did to deserve you but I will always do my best to be sure that I can be someone you can lean on..”

Ryuji let you cry. He let you keep him at a distance until you were ready to hold him. He was going to wait for you to come to him. As time went on, you had cried yourself into a state of exhaustion. Only then you realized that you had been sitting in front of Ryuji in your bra for twenty minutes. Your face went red as you had started laughing. Ryuji smiled despite not knowing what was funny.

“Ryu, can you sleep with me tonight? I don’t want to be alone..” You awkwardly asked. You were worried that nightmares would plague your sleep so having him there would bring you comfort. He stared at you for a second and his face bloomed in a shade of red that would put tomatoes to shame.

“Y-Yeah! I’ll stay over tonight. B-Be glad it’s our day off tomorrow!” He stuttered out. He stood up with you and he walked to the door. You watched as he got to the door frame.

“Thank you, Ryu..for sticking with me.” Ryuji smiled at you.

“There is nothing that I wouldn’t do, for someone so amazing. Just get ready for bed and I’ll do my best to cook you something. I’ll get you some ointment for those injuries too. I love you,Y/n. More than you’ll ever know.” He shut the door behind him and beyond the door you could hear a faint cheer.

“I heard that!” You called after him.

“You have to admit that I was pretty cool!”