NOOOOOO FUCK NOOOOOOOOO NOT TODAY PLEASE NOT TODAY

NOOOOOO FUCK NOOOOOOOOO NOT TODAY PLEASE NOT TODAY

MISTAKES ⛥ KEN RYUGUJI

Genre: Fluff & angst

Warning: Spoilers of the last arc of the manga

A/N: Over 3.8k love letter to the incredible character that Draken is, childhood acquaintances to lovers with a sprinkle of angst and sweet pining.

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"It would be a miracle being able to forget you."

You thought you know love with the warmth of your mother, at six love changes to the form of water and a fist, to be precise Ken Ryuguji's first, an older boy was being a bully to you in recess, stepping on your crayons, paper, and your lunch box, the boy was trying to throw your water at your hair until Ken rescues you without a problem, hitting him so hard that the liquid splashed everywhere, making sure of telling the boy how much of a dumbass is if he dared to hit someone for being bored. When you said thanks for sticking up for you he laughed scratching his nape.

—Your welcome, I did it because I’m the strongest— watching the tall blond boy with a cute dapper hairstyle you thought that for you he was the strongest person in the world, like a titan against those who wrong you, you show to your Mamma a pretty drawing where a tall stick figure is defending you against a monster.

Ken Ryuguji with his blond hair, big smile, nice height, and good manners that always know the answer when is about numbers; you never thought badly of him, when you forget your bento in class, you can hear the teachers gossiping about him.

— He's not going to get very far— she eats her chicken leaving a stain on the meat thanks to the gloss she's wearing

— What do you expect? have you smelled him? he smells like a love hotel, the brothel smell— they laugh, your mind doesn't comprehend.

What is so funny? "Draken lives in a place where love is? That must be beautiful!? And his smell? What about it? Dada smells the same”.

When you have nine and your Father leaves your mom for another woman that smells like that, you understand what a brothel is. Ken Ryuguji keeps being the best boy you know, the only one who's always polite to you and smiles big when he gets an answer right, so why you would treat him differently no matter how he's raised.

The next memory you have of Ken is at fifth grade, every day he's scolded by the teachers for the tattoo in his head matching with the new bruises he sports every day he talks about someone named Mikey, something in your stomach does a somersault when you lock gazes, the teacher is asking for an explanation but the kid laughs in his face.

No one knows but his eyes and tattoo are the first " serious" sketch you draw in your life.

Two words… Ken Ryuguji… Ken fucking Ryuguji… AKA Draken, you wrote his name in the notebook, with all the force in the world, you could muster using your eraser to delete the proof of your thoughts of him, applying so much strength that the paper was cut in the middle. What is the reason? Why do you do that? You have a crush on the delinquent of the class who only has eyes for the midget called Mikey since you have six...pathetic.

What does Mikey have? That seems to impress almost every man on a ratio of 5 meters, as a modern Pied Piper of Hamlin, taking away freedom in exchange for being part of his stupid bike gang. You feel a presence behind you when you're struggling to do your math exercises.

— Sorry to bother, you have made a mistake there— the voice of your current predicament says kindly; trying to hide your feelings when you look at him as you grip the pencil harder.

Ken fucking Ryuguji, right? With his long dumb blond hair now styled in a braid, stupid black eyes that look like two pots of your favorite black ink, the haori that he seems to have thousands of copies for everyday use, his little crooked teeth when he smiles that make him look more human in comparison to the dragon image that everyone seems to have about him.

— Where?— You attempt to sound open to critics, even with the venom dripping from your voice makes him smile bigger

— Just there, the symbol is not right,— Looking at the notebook, it is easy to find your mistake, your pride is hurt. Why is he so good at math? When you, with all your years of forced Kumon, can't improve.

— Thanks— erasing everything, so he cannot witness more of your flaws

— Hey! It was just a symbol, no need to erase everything,— As you stared at him, he probably realized you didn't want more comments. He took off as quickly as he had come over.

In recess, your best friend is slurping her chocolate milk

—You like him, is so foolish how you act as if you hated him—observing how you try to forget your mistake, calming the beating of your heart

— I don't act as I hate him, what are you talking about?— trying to laugh away your awkwardness

—Babe everyone has a bet on when you are going to kill him with a pencil —You grimaced at the comment as you use the ice-cold bottle of yogurt on your face to feel refreshed, a part in your mind thinks that the chances of that happening are so low.

Hurt Ken? No...Maybe Mikey for being a big baby demanding attention, even if the rumors are right, he could kill you with only his pinkie.

Sighing —I'm a big fool for him— you smile with a trace of gloominess, she looks at the clouds like you have said the sky is blue

—I know, everyone who knows you as much as I could notice, yet this is not Pride and Prejudice you need to show him— you nod.

Exactly one week later, in the shade of a big tree, you confess your feelings. You were startled by a soft drizzle in autumn. He looks at the sky; you glimpse at how his hair has little beads of water, which shines in the cold sun. Your heart beats at the same time as the air exhales from his lungs, knowing how the story is going to end, having read enough books to know rejection.

—You deserve better—is his first sentence in the long statement, your mind is out of your body.

Better? Better than him? What? Who can compete with this man-boy hybrid? You half-listen until he says

—Is just a crush I can assure you when you're older you will not remember the boy with the shaved sides and the dragon tattoo— he tries to light the mood nevertheless the day was ruined, nodding you say thanks for the time he gifted you, not paying attention at how his hand seeks for yours, running away from him, the heavy rain begins, you count that moment as your first mistake.

You begin reading poetry made by other teenagers comparing themselves to sharp objects, they have been broken apart by love. On those shards of glass, you feel connected because loving Ken made you a loser. He left a big wound that even pouring paint on it feels raw like nothing could heal your shattered heart. In that time you encounter Emma Sano understanding everything in the soft way Ken looks at her.

Your mom sighs when you tell her that between sobs

—You are an artist, why you don't capture that feeling— with her advice, you create a worthy paint, almost dissecting your heart to the world, that was the piece that scores you a place in the art program in high school, the piece decorates for two days the hallways of the middle school, so your classmates can appreciate it.

You catch the subject of your heartbreak seeing it, his friend as always alongside him, he gasps in a show of emotion so not him, almost instantly his facial expression changes to a serene mask

—Let's go, Mikey, we are running late—he walks in big strides, said boy looks at the painting

—Kenchin— he says in the softest voice you ever heard in the short one, yet he runs, jumping begging for a piggy ride.

Even at graduation, you don't say goodbye to Ken Ryuguji. You count that as your second mistake.

Talking with your best friend, she tried to get together once in a while between laughs. You remember Ken for the first time in a long time. They say the rain brings memories. In a show of emotion, You ask Hiromi about him. Water is related to Ken in your mind. Even after all those years, the kisses you gift and the hands of other lovers, the ghost touch of the blond boy is the most distinct memory of love for you.

—Uh? Draken? I haven't heard from him in a long time. I don't know...he's not in my high school—You furrow your brows, how can she not know about him,

—Don't tell me you like him even now? —She laughs but gets quiet when sees your effort to laugh it out, asking around the party until someone says something about him.

—That guy is so cool because he has a repair shop now —says one of the boys of your old class, smoking a cigarette —He even left gang life— looking at his jacket.

—You keep being a delinquent?" —He chuckled and nodded

—Yes! I follow the Invincible Mikey in his new gang— you frown, Mikey has a new gang? Adding to that, why in that equation there's no Ken? Clearly a mystery, but you get distracted by life, getting ready to enter college so you could earn a spot in the art program. No one comments on how your paintings got water dragons as central themes.

Hiromi screams, making the people of the restaurant jump at the sudden sound

—She's the next Picasso, Da Vinci, Kahlo, Congratulations on being an Art Major!— she cries as you search for a napkin trying to not let her snot fall on her ramen

—"T-Thanks, Thanks, stop crying, oh my God! you're more excited than I"—Laughing with her boyfriend who’s trying to clean her up until you see him.

The same height, hairstyle, this time without his faithful rhombus' sweater he's chatting with a blond one, two twins who seem to devour their food too, Ken Ryuguji who seems to get caught in the earlier rain, he probably felt your stare because your eyes lock, the world rotates more slowly, a spark of recognition makes his face glow, a big smile breaks, the world spins out of the axis, somewhere on the planet something clicks, the oldest soulmates meets again.

WHAT THE FUCK? Echoing in your mind so hard that you're considering taking the pills in your bag to drown the ache. Sadly the exchange ends there because he stops midairs his wave to you, a sense of a pit of fire in your stomach, he nods his head to you, Hiromi turns around waving too, yet the two worlds don't rotate to each other, your phone rings a perfect excuse to go outside to take the air.

“Hey! I know is not the time to do this but I think we should break up” of course, your life again tumbles apart, and ok is the only thing you can say to your now ex-boyfriend.

Hiromi is waiting with her coat on, what magnificent friend you have, rolling your shoulders you sit slurping your noodles, tears falling free yet your friend doesn't comment, when the waiter comes you ask for another bowl “For university, at least I will study what I love, I don’t care for men” Hiromi nods with you saying cheers even when you guys are drinking plain water. You don’t notice when Ken goes but the time to pay comes, the waiter says a gentleman with a dragon tattoo pays for your meal, the food in your belly roared like lava.

The next summer drowning in self-deprecating thoughts is when you have another encounter with Ken Ryuguji, you are crying (Nothing new there) he's drinking iced green tea spotting you sitting like a sad ragged doll in the park bench, hiding behind an enormous sketchbook ripping paper with a furrowed brow

Some things don't change no matter how many years have passed, he remembers the little girl with pigtails he helped and nos the beautiful person you have bloomed into, he walks not paying attention to the sweat building in his palms or how his breathing is getting faster, the blood circulating to his cheeks he thinks in bikes or something familiar, to not fall against the concrete and do something embarrassing.

You look up, his breath gets caught, he feels like something licks his stomach, a burst of heat, something so warm... familiar, homey; discreetly he cleans his hands on his back and tries to smile non-aggressive. Your eyes open surprised until you remember the sad state you're in because quickly you're cleaning the tears, snot, the deep black charcoal stains.

—Are you alright?—Your name rolls so beautifully on his lips, the sun renders you like an ice pop melting at the trash can, he waits patiently until your brain is connected with your mouth.

—Yes, thank you— the response is so automatic that he doesn't buy that, he asks silently if he can sit with you before you take your thing in your bag he put them in his lap

—Let's try again. How are you?— with only those words forgetting that you haven't seen Ken for years and never been that close to being considered friends you bawl.

There's always something so comforting surrounding Ken, between hiccups you tell him how art school is making you feel the worst, how every day they critique your work and nitpick all the details, the snot falls to your shirt until he offers you his handkerchief with a neat K.R. embroidered. —This looks expensive —You want to clean yourself with the tissue you found in your tote bag.

—Emma gifted them to me— oh! That was unexpected a mask fell into your face you are sure they might be engaged or married until he says

—She’s dead— you don't know if you pass out because of the surprise, the stress, or the empathy for Ken.

When you wake up, you are resting on a futon in the office. Ken is repairing something in the garage, speaking in a hushed voice with another man, He finally sees you. He dismissed his friend who waved saying bye.

— Hey— well that’s awkward; You are offered a seat next to him until he finishes. You have no idea what to say, he opens his lips and begins to tell you about what went wrong years ago. He doesn't cry, but he takes minutes to keep telling you about the deaths, the goodbyes, having to bury a friend and her first crush you listen not once thinking in your feelings just your heart beating in synchrony with Ken’s.

When he finished his tale. He searches for fright in your eyes.

— You were only a child— you say. He laughed and denied you a statement; trying to bring himself down — No, you were a child, no matter how tall or responsible for your age you were, you were a child, you did what you could with what you had at that moment, so please remember no matter what you didn’t deserve to carry all that weight at fifteen— he cries quietly with your hand in his back making circles.

Both of you don’t talk about it again, he doesn't question about your new habit to visit the place with all your materials, quietly drawing as he works, you don’t ask him his motives when he goes to your campus inviting you if you want to go to a ramen tasting escapade with his friends. The dynamic of childhood acquaintances to friends is smooth, even when you guys hide the skeletons of feelings somewhere.

The days blend together in a dynamic that both of you are too afraid to name, walking on eggshells in name of past loves, pining, regrets and what ifs.

The first time you invite him to an exposition of your college where one of your paintings would be exhibited... he's a mess. Mitsuya reassure him telling him his outfit is perfect not too fancy not too casual, perfect for a date, he's quick to deny it but Mitsuya is too smart and knows him so much to understand and pick up the blush of his face he tries to hide.

When he enters the gallery he feels so out of place, this is not a territory for someone like him, you say hi complete ecstatic to see him there until he gives you a single pink peony, your smile blinds him, raking his arm to introduce him to your classmates.

He's trying to give a good impression, to hide how his nails have bits of grease he couldn't clean no matter how many times he washes with a brush his hands, a classmate makes a wow sound.

–Your tattoo is so cool bro!—Ken finally relaxes when everyone begins to greet him, remarking how everyone is so eccentric, original, even one of them came to present his work dressed in jeans overalls. Maybe he thinks just maybe he could have a place beside you.

Later that night, you laugh beside him without shoes, as your other drunken classmates giggle painting an old canvas with their feet making a mess.

—Ready to make art, Ken?—your eyes are sparkling, his chest feels like could blast at any minute, he hadn't felt so light since so fucking long, he dips his feet on the paint jumping with a bunch of drunk students at the sound of Karma Chameleon in an old boombox.

The pink stains of paint his feet leave on the canvas are so big, that your green ones are lost, at the end of the night he saves the phone of some of the classmates so they can go out to drink, he says thanks for inviting him sadly he couldn't tell you what are his feelings for you.

Mitsuya encourages him, he will have another chance, Nahoya and Souya says the same, Inui gives him another beer to cheer him up.

However, when you go to the repair shop with swollen eyes, carrying your canvas as if is something radioactive, he looks at you with curiosity analyzing the painting.

—Do you have something to burn this shit?— the painting is a big crystal ball that reflects people looking at it like it was some kind of salvation.

—Why?—he asks, cleaning his hands to sit beside you like every day

—I did everything wrong— he looks at the painting trying to find something bad yet he doesnt find anything bad, he feels touched at the hands reaching for the object —Maybe they are right my work is mediocre at best, if I drop out of school I can search for a job that helps me to live a small life...-— he saw your face retorting to a kind of disgusted face as you scratch your hair, mediocre? mediocre? he hasn’t met anyone with such passion for their work except Mitsuya, so deciding whats best for you now he flicks your forehead

—Let’s go, you need a break— he walks outside rolling his bike —We are going for a ride...wait— he throws you a helmet and a black hoodie that resembles his old haori —You are going to need it— offering his hand so you can balance, your tummy is full of caterpillars that transform into butterflies when he puts your hands around him, the speed doesnt help, your hair even constricted on the helmet feels the breeze, after a minute you rest your head against his back.

When you see that the beach is close and the air becomes much colder thanks to the sunset, he stops

—Let’s walk on the sand, it always helps— he looks at the pier with longing, taking off his boots, he walks in little strides waiting for you when you look behind the motorcycle is so far —I came here years ago and I always come back when I feel a little lost— he looks at the sky hoping for seeing more stars that today seems to shine a little.

You want to talk more, telling him about how this place is so fitting for him, how you always associate him to water, about the crush after all these years, you burp something else —Why you always tell me all this stuff, I appreciate your trust in me but you have better friends — you feel so stupid putting a hand over your mouth, he smiles sitting in the sand as always he pats the side so you can sit beside him.

—I always think of you as one of my friends— you can’t decide what gets you so emotional, the fact he considers you a friend or how he thinks of you, your heartbeat gets erratic, wanting to burst, to confess how you are mooning for him again. —You treated me so good since preschool, I felt so bad when I didn’t return your feelings that time— he gets quiet, you know hes thinking in Emma. The sounds of the waves lull you, he coughs you smile at him sadly.

—Emma’s death will be always something that I’ll carry around my shoulders, the pleasure to have my heart broken by a woman who was a burst of sunshine in a person— he focuses on the waves that are getting close to your feet, you squeal he laughs wiping his tears.

—Thank you for bringing me here, it helps me— almost jumping trying to get warm by the movement, he rolls his eyes yet he moves his arms side by side to get warm.

—Maybe is time to get back before we freeze to death before I forget...you are doing your best maybe for those bigots is not enough and maybe a simple mechanic is not someone to criticize your work or know a damn about art I can say your works always find something to tug the heartstrings of everyone, the other day Angry cried to that old sketch you left in my desk— something in your heart pull you to hug him and something in his made him kiss your cheek.

—Fuck...Im sorry— trying to shallow the bad feeling, he tousles your hair you shriek when one of his rings got stuck in a knot —This is getting worse, oh my god im so ashamed—keeping talking as he with all the patience in the world detangles his ring

—Hey! you want to date?— he said it so surely and confident even when his finger toes are curling on the sand thanks to his anxiety, he doesnt want to carry more regrets, he knows that whatever he has with you is worthed, that he wants more afternoons buying solvents, helping you with out of the box ideas for your presentations or how you labeled his tools so you can help him, eating Chinese food sitting in old buckets as Inui tells a story, giving you water when the twins are tasting new recipes or how he says no when you are persisting in telling him he should adopt one of the cats in Chifuyu’s shop

You are so silent, he wants to say is a lie, he can almost hear Emma’s voice telling him to not chicken out, when you place your gaze on his, he can appreciate the little tears trying to escape.

—Yes!— fuck! he is happy

There’s something so eerie about this night. Ken looks at the buildings in front f the window, the sky is clear, hoping to see stars, even though he knows it is impossible in a city as bright. You are humming doing chores in the kitchen, his phone rings with Hinata’s name on it, asking if he knows something about Takemichi.

He doesn't know. He immediately texts Chifuyu. The man said he would check. The best man is supposed to have information about the groom, he texts smiling at his witty remark. Everyone in the group looks forward to the wedding.

There’s a loud crack in the air, he blinks...hum weird, something in him calls to hug you, He hid his face in your neck. “Where is Takemitchy? He doesn’t know, is obvious that the dumb man would rather die than not go to his wedding.

You brush his hair that's getting long again yet the raven locks are so soft, smooching his face he feels happy, very content with what he has made with his life, maybe he should start looking for a ring too,

Your third mistake was not paying attention to his friend because both of you have no idea that this future is being rewritten by a friend who cannot say goodbye to the other…

In 2008, Ken Ryuguji dies in a pool of blood. The last name he pronounced, is the name of the shape of love he knew, he's without his core friends, bullets marred his skin, the sky is totally black, the water pouring his body washing away the blood trying to clean his soul... giving him comfort.

Dying cold, wet, without seeing stars, last words forgotten as a lot of people reunite to fight. He never meets another form of love. He doesn't get redemption, just a sad stretcher in the back of the ambulance as a deathbed.

On the other side of the city, you are debating if you need to buy an Indian yellow oil paint for your new project, Hiromi asks you if you’re going to the party.

That's a good idea! Maybe there you can ask for Ken; Someone will have information about your crush; the blond boy with shaved sides and the dragon tattoo.

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About time.

⌗ Summary: Akashi deciding to upgrade your arrangement.

⌗ Pairing: Bonten! Akashi Takeomi.

⌗ Warnings: Suggestive, while there’s no smut, there’s bluntly mention of sex. Thank you. Also, cursing.

⌗ A/N: I know I told ya I’m on my Akashi brainrot.😵‍💫

The advisor of Bonten, Akashi Takeomi, has an excellent arrangement with you. You were fuckbuddies and he couldn’t thank the heavens enough for putting you in his life.

You go to his house after work and let him do whatever the fuck he wants with your body, and he lets you use him however you see fit. Other days he would be the one going to your house to do the same.

Sure, every member in Bonten begs to differ when he calls you his friend, saying y’all were a married couple without being married, or being a couple.

And he couldn’t blame them, your dynamics were a little too homey to call them just benefits of fucking each other’s brains every time you’re together.

The after care doesn’t end in just cleaning each other and going on your way, no. He would cook for you, you would give him massages, y’all would talk about your job in the bath while he advises you on some points. When you go shopping you buy ties for him and he wears them with pride, when he thinks you look good in certain stuff he buys a whole collection of it, an example of that is your closet now full of red satin spaghetti straps long dresses.

What he never does though, is letting you know about the violence in his gang. Yes, he has his hands in all kinds of fucked up business, and you are aware of this, but still, he doesn’t want to corrupt the little fantasy of a normal life he has when he’s with you. You know he’s dangerous already, he doesn’t need to go out of his way to show you.

But today, today he didn’t calculate that he was going to be called by Sanzu while he was on a little getaway with you, or to put it in simple words, on a date.

“Something’s wrong, baby?” You say while stopping your walk to watch him, he slides his hand to your ass and pulls you till your chests collide softly.

“I’m coming there right now, don’t fucking beat him Sanzu,” He says to the other man on the phone.

“You can’t waste time taking your woman home, c’mere right now!” He groans.

“Shut up,”

And now he’s driving with you to one of their warehouses, his hand tight on your thigh, you slide your hand to the back of his neck and start massaging his scalp.

“Calm down, I know all your members already, why are you so tense, mh?” You murmur in a sultry tone, not because you want to turn him on, but because that’s a good way of making him focus on you and not on what’s eating him alive.

“I know, I’m not worried about you seeing them, I just don’t want you in this world,” He says.

“I am in this world, love, want me to remind you who’s the one fucking me every single night?” He smiles, proud of being that person. You slide your hand from his scalp to his thigh, letting your fingers flex till they brush his crotch, he opens his legs. “Let’s just do this and go back to our date, can we do that?”

“Of course, babygirl, whatever you want.”

When you get to the place you grab two of his fingers to not indulge in PDA in his job but he interlocks your hands, tugging you slightly till you are walking by his side.

In the middle of the place there's a man in a chair with his hands tied behind his back. He doesn’t look beaten up but still you could see his red cheeks, probably from some hard slaps.

“Good! Our advisor is here, shall we begin?!” Sanzu says, and Akashi looks at you.

“Go to Sanzu for a second, yeah?” You nod and walk to Sanzu, who puts an arm around your shoulders. Akashi was about to call him out but you put your arm around his waist, not uncomfortable. He let it slide.

Two hours later and with almost every single trick Akashi knew and the man still hasn’t let them know what they want. He was getting pissed. His date was ruined, his mood was ruined, you were there listening to all his threats, fuck.

Suddenly you leave Sanzu’s side and go to your man, you put a hand on his chest and smile at him.

“What do you need to know?” You whisper and he frowns. “Tell me what information you need and I’ll get it for you, baby.”

“He’s a traitor, we know he’s working with an enemy gang but we need the names of the others who are with him,” You nod and he puts a hand on your waist. “Prin–”

“Okay so let's end this quickly, shall we?” You say with a smile turning around.

The Haitanis, Koko, Kakucho, Sanzu and even Mikey got closer because what the fuck do you think you are doing?

“What the fuck?” The guy in the chair mumbles.

You get in front of him and crouch as if you were talking with a little kid, feeling Akashi behind you.

“Can you please tell my friend Mikey what he needs to know?” You say with a fake smile, everybody’s silent.

“They've been going at it for four hours now, and you think you’re gonna make me talk? Know your place whore,” You giggle.

You stand up and turn around, taking Akashi’s hand and signaling the others that it is a lost cause.

“Kokonoi, can you please transfer to this man's account 200 thousand dollars?” The smile you give him is all Kokonoi needs to play your game.

“Of course, want me to add 50 thousand more?”

“Yes, thank–”

“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t buy me bitch, I’m already exposed,” You nod repeatedly, looking over your shoulder.

“Of course I know I can’t buy you, dumbass, but, to what conclusion do you think your real boss is going to jump when he finds out that you were caught and still got all that money into your bank account?” You smile when the realization crosses the man’s face.

“No, no, no! I-I’m going t-to speak, I’ll tell you everything! Don’t let them get me! No!” The man starts crying and you look at Sanzu, motioning him that he can go on. He smiles and winks at you.

Akashi is speechless. Is this his fuckbuddie? The same girl that whines to him that a customer was rude to her at work? The same one that even when arguing still murmurs or talks in a sultry tone because she doesn’t like to yell at him? Nah, who the fuck is this girl and why is he having a boner harder than fucking concrete after seeing you pull that?

“Goddamn it Akashi, put a ringer on her finger or I will!” The older Haitani shouts.

“Matter of fact, don’t put anything on her finger, I’ll be the one doing it!” Kokonoi shouts now.

With his vision clouded, he turns you around and throws you over his shoulder, starting to walk to his car, not hearing a single thing his members were saying.

He needs to take you home now.

When you are in the car you look at him with a frown and a confused smile.

“Are we returning to our date?”

“Hell no.”

“Uh? Whyy?” You whine.

“I’m taking you home, I’m fucking you till I have no more cum left to give you, I’m making you mine tonight,” He grunts.

“About time,” You mumble and gasp when his hand flies to your cheeks to squeeze them softly.

“So you wanted it too and never said anything? Knowing that I would give you the world right now if you asked? What did we say about talking about everything with each other? I’ll have to punish you, princess,” You try to smile. “You’re enjoying it? Make that a double punishment.”

Well, lucky you.

🔖: @saturnmitsuya @melaninnntae @baji-san

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he’s a menace with his baton ❤︎_❤︎

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you can also call me ze for short starting from now. changed it cause of personal reasons. this will be queued for a couple of times, and reblogs are appreciated!

Hello, I don’t know if your requests are still open since I saw that u already have a lot of them… If you want and will find a bit of time can you do: your child asking you how are babies made with Baji izana and ran? Thank you sm please don’t pressure yourself take your time <3

— when your child ask how babies are made!

ft. baji, izana, ran + rindou

tw. fem!reader, children, talks of babies, mentions of pregnancy, slightly suggestive, straight up fluff and domestic stuff

an. i rarely take sfw requests but sometimes i like being cute, i added rindou cause he’d make a cute dad <3

꒰ baji ꒱

“daddy?” your daughter asks, nestled between his legs while your husband brushes through her hair, soft curses leaving his lips when he gets the brush stuck in her hair.

“where do babies come from?” she questions, leaning her face up to narrowing her eyes at baji, he shrugs his shoulders “usually i start with getting between your mommy’s legs—” baji stops when you kick his back from the couch “keisuke! seriously?” you shout, anger flickering in your eyes.

“what? she wants to know!” he laughs, gathering your daughter's hair and happy with her long black strands combed perfectly on her back “she’s also five!” you huff, gripping the bridge of your nose in annoyance.

baji rolls his eyes scooping your daughter up and laying her in his lap, he smiles leaning down and rubbing his nose against her warm cheeks “why you wanna know so bad?” he whispers, she bites at her inner cheek—thinking really hard, “i want another sister—or brother!” she explains happily, flashing her canines with her self indulgent answer.

“is that right? well for that to happen you gotta give me and mommy alone time and not playin’ princess tea party every night till your bedtime” baji snickers, glancing up at you and reaching his hand out to rub at your knee.

“what do you say mommy? think we should do that right now—since whatever the princess wants, gets” baji’s voice grows deep and you can’t help but drop your eyes in a haze.

your daughter crawls out of his lap, climbing up on the couch and gripping your cheeks within her tiny hands “i’ll give you and daddy all the time you need” she whispers and baji stands to his feet, leaning over to press a kiss to your daughters head before bending over to your ear “even though no matter all the alone time i get with you will never be enough” baji breathes in your ear his husky voice coloring the shell.

your daughter sighs snuggling deeper in your chest as baji leans back up sending a wink to you before walking towards your bedroom and you’re already jumping to your feet and rushing your daughter to her bed.

꒰ izana ꒱

izana sits on the couch with his son and daughter on either side of his hip, they all mindlessly watch a color television show in a tranquil silence.

noises of food crackle and pop while you make dinner for them, izana leaning up to watch your curves move in sync before feeling his daughter tug at his arm, “daddy where do babies come from?” she questions, bright eyes glaring at him—izana bites his lip at the question, his son joining in the conversation “yeah daddy tell us!”

izana stutters and trips over his words, “they come from my tummy” you walk over handing them both plates of food and nodding your head towards the dinner table. both children's attention quickly pulled to food, running over to the table and already starting to stuff their faces.

you lay over on izana’s lap, his hands gripping at your thighs “is that where children come from?” he jokes, laying his head on your shoulder, “you should know where they come from, always saying you’re gonna give them to me” you whisper before pulling from his lap and walking over to the table.

izana cheeks grow warm, still sitting on the couch in a daze as he watches his family waiting for him to join them, trying to hold back tears from escaping his eyes at true happiness laid out right in front of him.

꒰ ran ꒱

“i love you” ran huffs in your neck, holding you closer in his arms, lips curling into a smile when he feels a tiny finger poking his ribs “what about me?” his daughter whines.

ran flips over in the bed, wrapping his arms around her in a vice grip “you know i love you too angel” he places a kiss on her cheek “i love you so much” he peppers her face with more kisses, soft giggles escaping her pouting lips.

“daddy, where do babies come from?” she questions and you bust out laughing when ran freezes, “babies?” like actual babies?” he hikes his eyebrow, sitting up in the bed and fully facing her.

“yes, mommy said to ask you” she looks up at ran, long blonde strands covering her eyes, blowing small huffs of hair out of her face, “why would your mommy ask that?” he questions, pulling the hair from her face.

“because she said she has a baby in her tummy and i wanna know how!” your daughter squeals, gripping at him when he whips his head around to look at you.

“a-are you pregnant?” he shakily asks, tears rimming his violet eyes, you smile back “i am.” ran tackles you into the bed, holding you tighter while tears flood his vision.

your daughter curiously topples over ran, climbing on his back and nestling her face on his cheek “why are you crying daddy?” she demands, pawing at the wetness running down his cheeks, “because i’m so happy” he chokes out, and your daughter long forgets where babies come from and the reason behind why her tough, terrifying dad is sobbing like an actual baby.

꒰ rindou ꒱

“i hear it” rindou shivers under the covers, gripping harder to your nightshirt, “hear what?” you question, scrolling mindlessly through your phone.

“that thing that lives with us—rent free i might add” rindou wraps his arms around you in a fake fear grip, nestling his cheek in the crevice of your neck. you look up from your phone to listen closely to the soft noises of feet padding towards your bedroom door.

“do you mean our child?” you deadpan, the footsteps cease right at your door, rindou huffs in your skin “oh god here it comes” he whispers.

your child barges through the door, soft strands of hair bounce with the rhythm of the stance “daddy, where do babies come from?” your son exclaims, crawling on the bed and making his way between your bodies.

he kicks rindou in the chest creating a spot beside his father, squinting his violet eyes in his direction “i don’t know, ask your mama” rindou laughs, pulling away from you to cradle his child.

the little boy snuggles into rindou’s chest, chubby fingers gripping at his toned chest as he tilts his head towards his father “but i want you to tell me” he pouts and rindou can’t—just can’t ignore that cute little face looking up at him, the innocent doe eyes mirror his, wondering in amazement.

rindou scoffs at how warm his heart is, chest radiating heat and crawling to the tips of his ears. “uh—w-when i love your mommy so much, so much she can’t stand it, a baby will pop right in her tummy” rindou mumbles, cheeks burning red when you giggle beside him.

your son laughs before wiggling out of rindou’s grasps and jumping off the bed, he spins around pointing both fingers in you and rindou directions “i’m leavin’ so you both can love each other and give me a brother!” he yells before running out the door.

rindou turns to you, bringing his hand behind your head and pulling you into a deep kiss “you heard the kid” he mumbles through the kiss, his other hand toying with your shirt.

so....

CHILDHOOD IS A VULNERABLE PERIOD OF A PERSONS LIFE OKAY

anyways tell me about your embarrassing 2d crushes