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Tokyo Rev boys Reacts To You Running and jumping Into Their Arms
Fem S/O
Characters: Mikey, Draken, Baji, chifyu,mitsuya, hakkai
Description: you randomly run and jump into their arms
Mikey
Immediately smiles when he sees you
Opens his arms wide when he notices you running with your arms open and ready to jump into a hug
Cheesing and grinning so much
On cloud nine and feels euphoric because of your hug
Stumbles a bit back when you make impact but still standing
Wraps his arms tightly around you looking up at you with a grin
“Hey Y/N greet me like this every time you see me yeah”he said still smiling at you
Draken
Stares at you wondering why your running towards him with your arms open
Stiff at first but warms up and gives you a closed lip smile
Took a single step back in impact his body was tense by your unexpected act
Really enjoyed the hug and the fact that you were so happy to see him made him feel loved
Pats you head as you snuggle you head closer into his neck
“ Y/N what’s with this random hug you surprised me” he said still mildly shook. “ I missed you” she cheesed looking back at him.
Baji
Stood there confused lifting a brow when he seen you running towards him full speed with your arms wide open
Took a second to react but then immediately wrapped his arms around you with a toothy grin
Tight grip
Excited to see you so excited
Baji laughs saying “ you really missed me huh”
“ yes I did” Y/N said as Baji begins spinning with you in his arms
Now you both were laughing
Chifuyu
Stares at you nervously anticipating what you we’re about to do as he seen you running towards him with a crazy grin yelling “chifyu”
Smiled happily as you made impact finally realizing what you were doing
Held in you tightly in fear he might drop you
Blushing like crazy hiding his face while smiling
So so so happy that you did that makes him feel special
“ hey Y/N you didn’t tell me you’d be here”
Mitsuya
Smiles with his arms open ready to receive you when he sees you running with your arms open smiling like a mad woman
Gracefully catches you
Immediately wraps his arms around you spinning
Felt like he was greeting his little sister after a long day at school
“Hey Y/N aren’t you excited” he chuckles Y/N just laughs with him
He’s cheesing looking at her and she’s cheesing looking at him
Hakkai
Looks away when he sees you running toward him with your arms open smiling
Stumbles back when you make impact almost falling
You hang by his neck smiling at him
He is extremely uncomfortable and blushing so hard he’s completely red and his skin is hot
He only looks at you with wide eyes trying to calm his breathing as he started hyperventilating
Safe to say The whole situation was a disaster and Y/N will never be doing that again lol
hellooo~ may I request a headcannon prompt where the tokyo revengers boys react to y/n passing out? like including the characters draken, ran, etc.
Prompt: TR characters reacting to reader passing out
Genre: Fluff
Characters Included: Draken, Ran, Rindou, Mitsuya
Warnings: mentions/suggestions of syncope in Rindou's part , mentions/suggestions of hypoglycemia (low blood pressure) in Mitsuya's part, mentions/suggestions of anemia in Draken's part, Arrhythmia (heart condition) in Ran's part, reader passes out/temporarily loses consciousness
A/N: heyy luv, here you go! Enjoy!
Draken
The first time you passed out on him, he was freaking out.
He left to go get groceries while you preferred to stay inside and relax since you felt a bit light-headed from the workout you had engaged in with Draken not too long ago.
As soon as he leaves, you pass out right on the couch, immediately blacking out.
Checking for his keys, Draken realizes he must have left them back in the house, so he goes back inside, only to find you passed out on the sofa.
Now, he's used to knowing what to do when things go south, always staying composed and making sure you weren't in any lethal danger, but when he doesn't understand what had caused you to pass out, he immediately dials your doctor's number, which was embedded into a silver bracelet you wore that had all your medical information.
When he gets through, the doctor immediately explains the situation, informing him that you suffered from anemia and things like this are normal for you and instructs that the only kind of danger you would be in is if you weren't breathing or waking up after five minutes had passed.
When the doctor explains that passing out is inevitable, Draken somewhat relaxes, but was still concerned about when you would wake up.
Thanking the doctor, he hangs up and gets you comfortable on the couch, making sure to prop your head on a pillow so you could breathe easier.
When you do eventually wake up, he's asking you if you're alright, how you feel, or if you need anything.
When you confirm that you're ok, he immediately scolds you while flicking your forehead. Half angry and half hurt that you didn't tell him about your condition sooner.
"What if you needed actual medical attention and you weren't wearing your bracelet? I wouldn't have been able to know what to do!"
Don't worry though, when he does calm down, he's quick to pull you close to him and nuzzle into the crook of your neck as his tough exterior melts away, making him succumb to your gentle touches and loving words.
From then on, he always goes to your frequent doctor appointments and makes sure to know all he can about your condition, so next time he'll be prepared.
Ran
You had Arrhythmia, a heart condition, and on some occasions when you drink caffeine or don't keep your cholesterol under control, you end up having to take your medication or deal with passing out for a few minutes after taking your medication.
Of course, Ran was aware about your condition after he had experienced you passing out on the floor after accidentally drinking some of his coffee.
When there were days you would pass out he'd still be a bit on edge, since sometimes you'd stay out cold for a little too long, but he'd stay calm and prop your head up while occasionally checking if you're breathing was steady.
Sometimes when he'd tease you or prank you, you would use your condition to scare him by acting like you had passed out again.
When you would do that, he'd scold you and apologize to you as long as you didn't try to do it again. (despite how teasing and carefree he is, he couldn't stand the thought of losing you.)
I suggest you get use to him wanting to follow you wherever you go. He's scared to leave you alone, even in the confines of your home, since he knows you can be vulnerable when you do pass out.
When he's not around, he makes sure that Rindou or some men are around you or knows your location at all times.
When you get a medical ID bracelet for your condition, he goes the extra mile to customize it and decorate it with your favorite charms.
Rindou
Similar to Draken, he wasn't aware of your health condition that causes you to pass out and ends up finding out when he finds you passed out.
However, Ran, your best friend, was quite aware that you suffered from syncope and was sworn to secrecy to not tell his younger brother.
Your reasoning for not telling Rindou was due to the fact that you were scared of how he would react, and more importantly, you didn't want to be a burden to him. But, you knew he'd find out at some point, so you decided you would tell him when you felt ready.
He left you with Ran at his place when he decided to go to the corner store to surprise you with your favorite snacks.
On cue, when he had stepped out of the house, you immediately told Ran that you felt dizzy.
The older haitani was quick to guide you into the living room and lay you down with your head resting on a couple of pillows, while covering you with a blanket.
He sits close by on the floor, scrolling on his phone while occasionally checking your breathing.
When Rindou comes back with a bag full of goodies and sees you "asleep" with Ran next to you on the floor, immediately his boyfriend senses start to tingle.
He'll question Ran and why he was on the floor, knowing well enough his brother prefers the comfort of pillows than the harshness of flat surfaces.
And, with a straight face, he answered, "Oh, yeah, y/n's passed out and won't wake up for a while, so I let her have the couch."
Rindou is slack jawed with wide eyes as he glances between your "sleeping" form and Ran's calm expression before dropping the bag of snacks and smacking him upside the head away from you as he shakes your shoulders and calls for you to wake up.
Let's just say it took all it had in Ran to not knock his younger brother out to calm him down, since he was practically fuming and freaking out at the same time.
When he's got Rindou in a hold, he quickly explains your condition and the occasions of you passing out, and the reason why he wasn't told earlier about your health condition.
He's shocked, as well as saddened by your fear of how he'd react, understanding that he wasn't the best at handling his emotions or expressing his feelings and realized it was reasonable as to why you hesitated to tell him.
When the two of them seperate from one another and Rindou is calm, he settles next to Ran on the floor beside you, while holding his breath anxiously as he waits for you to wake up.
When you do wake up, he's quick to pull you into a hug and mutter a bunch of apologies and 'I love you's' in your ear.
"Don't ever hide something like this from me. I'll love you no matter what you idiot."
After that, expect to be pampered more than usual.
He'll accompany you to your doctor appointments, walk with you even if he doesn't feel like it, and constantly text you to see if you're ok.
Goes the extra mile to order cute matching emergency bracelets so you can notify him when your passed out as well as a medical ID so just in case he isn't around you, someone will see it on you and know what to do.
Mitsuya
Eight months into your relationship with Mitsuya, you had worked up the courage to tell him about your health condition and that you suffered from hypoglycemia since you were a kid after Hakkai had insisted you tell him at some point.
He wasn't shocked since he had noticed you were careful with what you ate and how much sugar you consumed.
However, he became more aware of you and was extra careful with you as well, since he wanted to make sure you were comfortable around him with your condition.
He did a lot of research about hypoglycemia and how it to affects you.
When you first pass out on him, he's quick to react and check if you were breathing.
He sets you down on your shared bed and waits for you to wake up with your hand held in his.
When you wake up, you're quick to apologize, since you were embarrassed that you had passed out in front him for the first time.
"There's no need to apologize. After all, a sleeping beauty like you has a prince she can rely on, so don't worry so much." SBJSBDJ HE'S SUCH A SWEETHEART
Expect a lot of acts of service. He'll make sure you don't lift a finger and make alternative foods for you to eat so you can enjoy the same things he can enjoy.
When you aren't in the mood for eating, he'll coax, or sometimes beg, for you to eat something because he is worried about your blood pressure dropping too low.
However, when you are in the mood to eat, but not in the mood to follow your dietary restrictions you try to sneak eating a few sweets or some junk food.
Keyword "try"
Mitsuya almost always catches you trying to eat things your not suppose to, lecturing you that it wasn't good for you and that you shouldn't be careless about your health.
When he's done scolding you he'll let you slide with eating one or two sweets or the junk food you were craving, since he understands that it must be hard for you to be limited to things other people can enjoy. When your finished and end up feeling dizzy after eating, he'll watch over you when you pass out.
When he sees you stir when you are about to wake up from passing out, he'll press a long, sweet kiss to your lips to wake you up.
Draken x shy male who likes soft kisses but is well…..to shy to a ask for them
If you don’t write for draken then you can change it to Mikey or just ignore this all together
Love your writing! Have a great day/night
Kiss me, Loverboy!
Draken x shy male reader
I don't know why but it was kinda hard writing this but it was such a sweet request. Sorry that it took me so long to respond
It was strange seeing the giant of a man that is Draken next to his shy boyfriend. Complete opposites, yet you could practically see their love for each other.
Draken loved his boyfriend, especially since he was rather timid, he hated causing problems for others so he always tried to make sure everyone was satisfied before he voiced his needs. Draken admired him for being so humble, not like the little gremlin called Mikey, who needed attention 24/7.
The couple wasn't o early affectionate in public, they reduced it to simply holding hands. Oh boy but in private, they were practically inseparable.
You could often see them cuddling on the couch, just holding each other. Oh and how he absolutely loved the soft kisses Draken would pamper all over his face. It was just so comfortable being in the tall man's embrace, (Y/N) literally melted, he loved sweet moments like these and how he wished Draken wod initiate them more often. So why not just ask?
You see my little friend, (Y/N) would rather do anything else then ask Draken for those desired soft kisses, but they were his life elixir so he had to come up with a solution. Maybe give some cues that he loved soft kisses? Write it down? Just something other than telling him.
While (Y/N) was stressing about how to explain to Draken his problem, he didn't hear the door to the room opening and in walked Draken. The timid boy had the habit of whispering his thoughts out loud, so obviously his boyfriend noticed.
Draken could only chuckle at his boyfriend behavior, it was cute to see him so riled up for something so little. He walked up behind his small boyfriend and brought him into a hug. He used the moment of surprise to sweetly kiss all over him.
(Y/N)was too stunned to speak, and after he realized what happen he turned into a blushing mess. He hid his face in his boyfriend chest.
"You just had to ask"
CAN YOU PLEASE RIGHT DRAKEN AS A PARENT???
HI! thanks for the request, hope you have a good day 💝
𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
— Draken as a parent HCS ᡣ𐭩
We all know how he grew up, receiving love but not from his parents. After a certain age, probably 18 or a little more, he started thinking about what he would be like as a father and, thanks to all the experiences as an older brother for the members of Toman, he understood that he would certainly be better than his mother and his father
He has a preference for a possible male child, but for him the most important thing is that he is well. Gender is not important, he will love him unconditionally without scruples
His idea of family is actually just one child, because he is afraid of creating differences without thinking about it and ultimately repeating the same story as the least loved person. You noticed this when by chance the topic of a second child arose between you, and you reassured him that if another was born he wouldn't have to worry because just as he is a fantastic father for the first, he will also be for the second
It is one that would go to every "parent - child" day, those that the school organizes periodically. He hides it with little success, but loves it when on the walk from home to school, your child tells him about all his friends and what he does during school hours
He likes it when you and your son come to his workshop without telling him, it's a more than pleasant surprise for him. Often the child clings to Inui and you and Draken laugh because Seishu doesn't know how to deal with such an extroverted child
He's not the type who spoils so much, yes he does, but he puts the brakes on himself. He grew up with the idea that everything is achieved after a journey, and he will raise his child with the exact same idea (he is afraid that he will become a kind of Kokonoi from 2005 if he gives him everything he wants)
If ever a girl was born instead of a boy, it would be the kind of father who lets the child playing on his face with make up, even if it's not exactly his way of keeping up his reputation... but as long as his littel girl is happy, he is too
The child spends more time with the Sano family, especially with Uncle Mikey. Draken often advises Manjiro to be careful when he and his son ride motorbikes, but it ultimately ends with the boy laughing while his uncle reaches 90 mph
CAN YOU PLEASE RIGHT DRAKEN AS A PARENT???
HI! thanks for the request, hope you have a good day 💝
𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
— Draken as a parent HCS ᡣ𐭩
We all know how he grew up, receiving love but not from his parents. After a certain age, probably 18 or a little more, he started thinking about what he would be like as a father and, thanks to all the experiences as an older brother for the members of Toman, he understood that he would certainly be better than his mother and his father
He has a preference for a possible male child, but for him the most important thing is that he is well. Gender is not important, he will love him unconditionally without scruples
His idea of family is actually just one child, because he is afraid of creating differences without thinking about it and ultimately repeating the same story as the least loved person. You noticed this when by chance the topic of a second child arose between you, and you reassured him that if another was born he wouldn't have to worry because just as he is a fantastic father for the first, he will also be for the second
It is one that would go to every "parent - child" day, those that the school organizes periodically. He hides it with little success, but loves it when on the walk from home to school, your child tells him about all his friends and what he does during school hours
He likes it when you and your son come to his workshop without telling him, it's a more than pleasant surprise for him. Often the child clings to Inui and you and Draken laugh because Seishu doesn't know how to deal with such an extroverted child
He's not the type who spoils so much, yes he does, but he puts the brakes on himself. He grew up with the idea that everything is achieved after a journey, and he will raise his child with the exact same idea (he is afraid that he will become a kind of Kokonoi from 2005 if he gives him everything he wants)
If ever a girl was born instead of a boy, it would be the kind of father who lets the child playing on his face with make up, even if it's not exactly his way of keeping up his reputation... but as long as his littel girl is happy, he is too
The child spends more time with the Sano family, especially with Uncle Mikey. Draken often advises Manjiro to be careful when he and his son ride motorbikes, but it ultimately ends with the boy laughing while his uncle reaches 90 mph
hii could you do a hc where fem!reader is friends with hina and Emma? how would they hang out and stuff but instead of Emma liking draken it's reader who likes draken and she basically tells Emma and hina why draken is special to her and why she likes him
sorry that this basically got off track, have a good day!! ♡
HI! thanks for the request, hope you have a good day 💘
𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
second part of this story
— Innocent secret
"Don't you ever dare say something like that again!" Emma shouts in the middle of the store, while all the attention of the customers and staff falls on her. You giggle in shame as you signal the girls to leave the shop "When you scream I swear I could choke you..." you whisper to your friend, who doesn't seem to regret anything. Hina follows you, remaining a little further behind
Emma isn't afraid of attention on herself, unlike you and Hinata. It's natural for her to scream even if you're in a public place. Plus, she gets even less upset when Hina says the same thing every time you go out "Takemichi there, Takemichi there, Takemichi would like this sweatshirt... bleh! Enough!" says the girl while you are now outside the shop. You laugh while Hina covers her hands in embarrassment "You're bad, Emma..." she whispers embarrassed "You're cruel in mentioning your boyfriend every time we girls go out!" Emma says, even more sure of her words
It happened at least once a week that you, Emma and Hina went out together. It had been a tradition for a few years now, since Hinata had joined the first group formed by you and Emma. You loved each other very much, they were practically your best friends. You knew Emma because she was in the same class as you, and although scared by the fact that she was Manjiro Sano's younger sister, you had become friends with her. And by becoming friends with her, you had basically become friends with all the guys who hung out at the Sano house by being friends with Mikey; and, to make matters worse, you had even fallen in love with one of them. But no one knew this...
"Maybe when you fall in love too Emma, you will become like Hina" you say without thinking, but only later do you reflect on the fact that the meaning of the sentence seems almost explicit, as if you too were in love
"You say it like you're in love with someone... besides, my only love is me! No one will ever love me like I love being me" she says in a princely manner, which makes you laugh "Man, you can tell you're Mikey's sister. Only he could show off like that" you say, making Hina nod and laugh with you "But seriously, is it possible that you don't like anyone? You're a beautiful girl, maybe there's someone who likes you but you don't know it" Hina says after she stopped laughing, looking more serious
"Well..." you say embarrassed, lowering your gaze "There would be someone, actually..." you stammer, and find the girls' eyes on you "Let me guess... the fourth year boy who greets you in the morning!" Emma says, but Hina shakes her head "I was thinking more about Baji, you know?" the girl says, and the blonde looks at her in shock "No way Baji! Could it be... Chifuyu?" says the girl. They are so far from the result
"You guys are far away” you say giggling still a little embarrassed “He's probably the last person you think he is” you say. On the one hand they wouldn't be wrong, no one would see you in a couple with Draken: you were so different that that very difference made you fall in love
“Give us clues” Hina says, making Emma nod. You think about it, not knowing what specific information to give "We're different. But that's what made me fall in love if I have to be honest. I feel protected with him even though he's the typical guy who doesn't look at anything other than his motorcycle..." you says chuckling "He's special to me because he knows what it means having to deal with things bigger than yourself. Maybe, in reality, we're not that different, I really love him" you say, and only after realizing what you said do your cheeks turn red
Emma and Hina remain silent for a few seconds, analyzing your words "I would say my brother, actually..." Emma says a little perplexed, but you shake your head "Mikey is immature, you know I don't like boys like him!" you say sticking your tongue out at her. Hina remains silent for a few more seconds "...Draken?" she asks uncertainly
Your heart pounds in your chest, but you nod awkwardly. By now, your friends know who you like. "He..." you confirm in a low voice. The two girls burst into a scream of exclamation "Are you serious? You actually wouldn't feel bad" says Emma, but Hina joins in the conversation "I've seen him look at you a few times"
"I think I've got a big crush on him" you say sincerely, but your friends affirm both your hands giggling "Just a crush? You seem completely in love instead!" they say with a confidence that makes you laugh too
"Oh I don't know, maybe you're right..." you say, completing the speech. You don't know if you'll ever come out to him, but at least now you have the support of your best friends
hii could you do a hc where fem!reader is friends with hina and Emma? how would they hang out and stuff but instead of Emma liking draken it's reader who likes draken and she basically tells Emma and hina why draken is special to her and why she likes him
sorry that this basically got off track, have a good day!! ♡
HI! thanks for the request, hope you have a good day 💘
𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
second part of this story
— Innocent secret
"Don't you ever dare say something like that again!" Emma shouts in the middle of the store, while all the attention of the customers and staff falls on her. You giggle in shame as you signal the girls to leave the shop "When you scream I swear I could choke you..." you whisper to your friend, who doesn't seem to regret anything. Hina follows you, remaining a little further behind
Emma isn't afraid of attention on herself, unlike you and Hinata. It's natural for her to scream even if you're in a public place. Plus, she gets even less upset when Hina says the same thing every time you go out "Takemichi there, Takemichi there, Takemichi would like this sweatshirt... bleh! Enough!" says the girl while you are now outside the shop. You laugh while Hina covers her hands in embarrassment "You're bad, Emma..." she whispers embarrassed "You're cruel in mentioning your boyfriend every time we girls go out!" Emma says, even more sure of her words
It happened at least once a week that you, Emma and Hina went out together. It had been a tradition for a few years now, since Hinata had joined the first group formed by you and Emma. You loved each other very much, they were practically your best friends. You knew Emma because she was in the same class as you, and although scared by the fact that she was Manjiro Sano's younger sister, you had become friends with her. And by becoming friends with her, you had basically become friends with all the guys who hung out at the Sano house by being friends with Mikey; and, to make matters worse, you had even fallen in love with one of them. But no one knew this...
"Maybe when you fall in love too Emma, you will become like Hina" you say without thinking, but only later do you reflect on the fact that the meaning of the sentence seems almost explicit, as if you too were in love
"You say it like you're in love with someone... besides, my only love is me! No one will ever love me like I love being me" she says in a princely manner, which makes you laugh "Man, you can tell you're Mikey's sister. Only he could show off like that" you say, making Hina nod and laugh with you "But seriously, is it possible that you don't like anyone? You're a beautiful girl, maybe there's someone who likes you but you don't know it" Hina says after she stopped laughing, looking more serious
"Well..." you say embarrassed, lowering your gaze "There would be someone, actually..." you stammer, and find the girls' eyes on you "Let me guess... the fourth year boy who greets you in the morning!" Emma says, but Hina shakes her head "I was thinking more about Baji, you know?" the girl says, and the blonde looks at her in shock "No way Baji! Could it be... Chifuyu?" says the girl. They are so far from the result
"You guys are far away” you say giggling still a little embarrassed “He's probably the last person you think he is” you say. On the one hand they wouldn't be wrong, no one would see you in a couple with Draken: you were so different that that very difference made you fall in love
“Give us clues” Hina says, making Emma nod. You think about it, not knowing what specific information to give "We're different. But that's what made me fall in love if I have to be honest. I feel protected with him even though he's the typical guy who doesn't look at anything other than his motorcycle..." you says chuckling "He's special to me because he knows what it means having to deal with things bigger than yourself. Maybe, in reality, we're not that different, I really love him" you say, and only after realizing what you said do your cheeks turn red
Emma and Hina remain silent for a few seconds, analyzing your words "I would say my brother, actually..." Emma says a little perplexed, but you shake your head "Mikey is immature, you know I don't like boys like him!" you say sticking your tongue out at her. Hina remains silent for a few more seconds "...Draken?" she asks uncertainly
Your heart pounds in your chest, but you nod awkwardly. By now, your friends know who you like. "He..." you confirm in a low voice. The two girls burst into a scream of exclamation "Are you serious? You actually wouldn't feel bad" says Emma, but Hina joins in the conversation "I've seen him look at you a few times"
"I think I've got a big crush on him" you say sincerely, but your friends affirm both your hands giggling "Just a crush? You seem completely in love instead!" they say with a confidence that makes you laugh too
"Oh I don't know, maybe you're right..." you say, completing the speech. You don't know if you'll ever come out to him, but at least now you have the support of your best friends
innocent secret pt 2 where draken confesses to reader with the help of the Tokyo manji members?
𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
— Innocent Secret | 2
You didn't know exactly how you ended up in this situation, you just knew that the destination was Shibuya. You had to hold onto Baji's back quite tightly while he was driving, otherwise you seriously risked falling. Chifuyu and Smiley were also with you, a little further away on their motorcycles. You were on your way home when you heard the roar of a motorbike, you turned around and the captain of the first division was in front of you "Baji? What are you doing here?" you had asked, also noticing the other two boys "Come on in, there's someone waiting for you in Shibuya" he said, handing you a white helmet
While you were on the motorcycle, the wind whipped around your face, but you couldn't focus on the road ahead. Your thoughts were caught in a web of doubt. Who called you? It was obvious that it was from Tokyo Manji, considering that it was Baji, Chifuyu and Smiley who brought you there, but who could have done that? You had no close relationship with any of them, anything beyond a simple friendship
Baji had always been distant, almost intimidating, while Chifuyu, despite being kind, seemed to have other priorities. Smiley, with his constant and disturbing smile, was an enigmatic figure, difficult to decipher. You couldn't understand why any of them would contact you. You had always thought you were a marginal presence, on the fringes of the gang's dynamics, never really involved in their internal affairs. But then, why were they taking you there?
As soon as you arrived you got off the motorbike, watching the three boys who had accompanied you leave without a word. The engines roared for a moment, then were lost in the chaotic traffic of Shibuya. I remained there, motionless, surrounded by a sea of people who all seemed to have a specific destination, a clear objective
The contrast between the frenetic movement around you and your uncertainty made you feel even more isolated. You didn't know who you were supposed to meet, or why you were brought there. Every passerby seemed to ignore her, immersed in their own world, while you searched for a familiar face in the crowd. You felt the weight of uncertainty crushing you, the noise of the city became deafening, but your mind kept repeating the same question: what were you doing there all alone?
[You] Girls, do you have a few free hours?
[Emma] Have they already taken you there?? I thought they were slower
[Hina] I thought so too! Evidently he told him to hurry up
[You] Huh? What do you know? Who are you talking about?
[Emma] You'll find out darling! It took months of work, make sure you don't get lost there
[Hina] Takemichi was supposed to help you find him, but I think he's late...
[You] WHAT ARE YOU BOTH TALKING ABOUT??
[Hina] Good luck!
After these messages with your friends, you were only more confused. In the distance, by chance, he saw someone familiar. Among the heads that moved like a river in flood, your eyes fixed on a tall and robust figure, who stood out in the crowd. The broad shoulders, the unmistakable posture and the tattoo that peeked out from under the shaved hair left no room for doubt: it was Draken. Your heart skipped a beat, a mixture of relief and uncertainty. You didn't expect to see him there, among all those anonymous faces. While people continued to flow around you, as if nothing had happened, your gaze remained fixed on that familiar figure that was slowly moving away, unaware of your presence
"Draken, Draken!" you say approaching him, making space between the people, coming up to him who as soon as you touch his shoulder, he turns around confused "Huh? Y/n? And where is Takemichi?" he asks, stopping, but you shake your head “You’re the second person to ask me about Takemichi, but really, I don’t know where he is"
The boy sighs, and you notice a bit of annoyance when he realizes that Takemichi isn't there "Sorry to ask, but why would Hanagaki be here?" You ask thoughtfully, but Draken shakes his head and motions for you to follow him. You follow him for a while, staying a short distance away from him as you pass through the sea of people circulating around Shibuya at this time
As you walked and thought back over the last few months, you couldn't help but notice how strange that time had been. You had spent more time than usual with Draken, sharing moments that made you feel closer to him. Every look, every word exchanged, every laugh shared, had only made you even more convinced of what you felt: you liked Draken, without a doubt. But despite this, you knew it would only remain a dream. You wouldn't have declared yourself, you were sure of it. There was something insurmountable holding you back, maybe the fear of ruining everything or simply the idea that he could never see you the same way. So, you decided to keep that feeling in silence, letting it remain a secret, a sweet melancholy that only your friends knew
You don't realize that you have left the center of Shibuya, arriving in a sort of square that you had seen more than a few times while you were riding the motorbike of the boy next to you "Why are we here?" you ask “I noticed you looking at the place from time to time, so I brought you here" the boy says, and for a second you can swear you're about to scream with happiness: does he really notice such little things? what a gentleman!
The square had a small fountain in the center, a few benches and some flowerbeds decorated with beautiful red roses. It wasn't anything overly large, however it looked like an amazing place in your eyes. It gave you a pleasant and sweet calm
You chuckle to yourself, letting the lightness of the moment carry you away. You walk slowly through the square, savoring the fresh early evening air caressing your face. Everything around you seemed wrapped in a golden light, as if that night was full of a particular magic. Then, suddenly, you remember that you are not alone. You turn, looking for Draken. But he was no longer where you had last seen him: you move your eyes a little further and you see him sitting on a bench, looking towards the sky which is slowly turning orange and pink. He seems immersed in his thoughts, concentrated and on one hand a little nervous. What happens to him?
"Everything okay? I see you lost in thought" you ask as you approach, sitting next to him on the bench. He looks at you for a few seconds and then looks away "Problems with Mikey? You're usually only nervous if something important happens with him" you say, but he doesn't seem to hear you "Or with Takemichi? Since you seemed angry before-" "YOU LIKE ME?"
When you hear Draken's words, you suddenly go silent. The questions you were asking suddenly vanished, leaving room for a tense silence. Your cheeks turned a sweet shade of red, and embarrassment arrived, enveloping you like a warm hug. It was your turn to look away this time, unable to handle the intensity of that moment. Your heart was pounding, almost overwhelmed by emotion. How did he know you liked him? You had never said anything, you had always guarded those feelings with care, thinking you could hide them behind an apparent normality. Yet, something must have transpired, and the only option seemed to be Emma and Hina
“I kill them…” you whisper softly, but you hear the boy sigh “Who should you kill?” he asks a little confused, but you shake your hands in embarrassment "NOTHING NOTHING! I'm just babbling to myself!" you say embarrassed
Again, an awkward silence falls between you. Draken knew your feelings by now, and you were only now reconnecting that maybe Takemichi was supposed to be there to take you to Draken. Everything had just happened too fast and you found yourself so damn embarrassed. But anyway, the only option was to talk, by now he knew the truth. There was no point in keeping quiet right now in front of him
"Even if it were...? What would it change?" You say almost softly, but the boy clears his throat “How long?” he asks a little calmer than before "I think at least a year" you say bringing your legs to your chest, resting your head on your knees
"You could have told me before" says the boy, and you misunderstand his words a little "What did I gain from it? More embarrassment than now?" “You could have just told me so you knew my feelings too” he says, and for a second the macho façade he's always had seems to crumble in many small pieces, leaving you confused “WHAT?”
"YOU UNDERSTOOD WHAT I SAID"
"REPEAT IT"
"I DON'T LIKE REPEATING WHAT I SAY"
"ARE YOU SERIOUS THOUGH?"
“OBVIOUSLY”
“WHY ARE WE SHOUTING?”
"I DON'T KNOW"
You look at each other for a few seconds and realize how the situation is a mix between embarrassing and comical. you feel your cheeks burning, then suddenly his hand rests on your shoulder "You know I won't go into details because it's not my style, but really, I would have preferred to hear it from you and not from Emma and Hina who told me while screaming. I thought it was a unique thing the mine, and knowing that I'm reciprocated is... strange, not in a bad way! well... I hope you understand"
“It's just that I thought my feelings were one-sided too, I don't know if you know what I mean” you say sighing, relaxing your nerves a little “So, what do we do?” he asks, removing his hand from your shoulder. You look each other in the eyes for a few seconds, and without actually speaking, you understand that you want to give each other a chance. It's not your style to speak directly, but fortunately you understand each other quickly. A light smile comes to your lips, and slowly, you rest your head against the boy's arm, who you hear chuckling softly
[You] I'll kill you both... but thanks girls. I think I have a boyfriend now
innocent secret pt 2 where draken confesses to reader with the help of the Tokyo manji members?
𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
— Innocent Secret | 2
You didn't know exactly how you ended up in this situation, you just knew that the destination was Shibuya. You had to hold onto Baji's back quite tightly while he was driving, otherwise you seriously risked falling. Chifuyu and Smiley were also with you, a little further away on their motorcycles. You were on your way home when you heard the roar of a motorbike, you turned around and the captain of the first division was in front of you "Baji? What are you doing here?" you had asked, also noticing the other two boys "Come on in, there's someone waiting for you in Shibuya" he said, handing you a white helmet
While you were on the motorcycle, the wind whipped around your face, but you couldn't focus on the road ahead. Your thoughts were caught in a web of doubt. Who called you? It was obvious that it was from Tokyo Manji, considering that it was Baji, Chifuyu and Smiley who brought you there, but who could have done that? You had no close relationship with any of them, anything beyond a simple friendship
Baji had always been distant, almost intimidating, while Chifuyu, despite being kind, seemed to have other priorities. Smiley, with his constant and disturbing smile, was an enigmatic figure, difficult to decipher. You couldn't understand why any of them would contact you. You had always thought you were a marginal presence, on the fringes of the gang's dynamics, never really involved in their internal affairs. But then, why were they taking you there?
As soon as you arrived you got off the motorbike, watching the three boys who had accompanied you leave without a word. The engines roared for a moment, then were lost in the chaotic traffic of Shibuya. I remained there, motionless, surrounded by a sea of people who all seemed to have a specific destination, a clear objective
The contrast between the frenetic movement around you and your uncertainty made you feel even more isolated. You didn't know who you were supposed to meet, or why you were brought there. Every passerby seemed to ignore her, immersed in their own world, while you searched for a familiar face in the crowd. You felt the weight of uncertainty crushing you, the noise of the city became deafening, but your mind kept repeating the same question: what were you doing there all alone?
[You] Girls, do you have a few free hours?
[Emma] Have they already taken you there?? I thought they were slower
[Hina] I thought so too! Evidently he told him to hurry up
[You] Huh? What do you know? Who are you talking about?
[Emma] You'll find out darling! It took months of work, make sure you don't get lost there
[Hina] Takemichi was supposed to help you find him, but I think he's late...
[You] WHAT ARE YOU BOTH TALKING ABOUT??
[Hina] Good luck!
After these messages with your friends, you were only more confused. In the distance, by chance, he saw someone familiar. Among the heads that moved like a river in flood, your eyes fixed on a tall and robust figure, who stood out in the crowd. The broad shoulders, the unmistakable posture and the tattoo that peeked out from under the shaved hair left no room for doubt: it was Draken. Your heart skipped a beat, a mixture of relief and uncertainty. You didn't expect to see him there, among all those anonymous faces. While people continued to flow around you, as if nothing had happened, your gaze remained fixed on that familiar figure that was slowly moving away, unaware of your presence
"Draken, Draken!" you say approaching him, making space between the people, coming up to him who as soon as you touch his shoulder, he turns around confused "Huh? Y/n? And where is Takemichi?" he asks, stopping, but you shake your head “You’re the second person to ask me about Takemichi, but really, I don’t know where he is"
The boy sighs, and you notice a bit of annoyance when he realizes that Takemichi isn't there "Sorry to ask, but why would Hanagaki be here?" You ask thoughtfully, but Draken shakes his head and motions for you to follow him. You follow him for a while, staying a short distance away from him as you pass through the sea of people circulating around Shibuya at this time
As you walked and thought back over the last few months, you couldn't help but notice how strange that time had been. You had spent more time than usual with Draken, sharing moments that made you feel closer to him. Every look, every word exchanged, every laugh shared, had only made you even more convinced of what you felt: you liked Draken, without a doubt. But despite this, you knew it would only remain a dream. You wouldn't have declared yourself, you were sure of it. There was something insurmountable holding you back, maybe the fear of ruining everything or simply the idea that he could never see you the same way. So, you decided to keep that feeling in silence, letting it remain a secret, a sweet melancholy that only your friends knew
You don't realize that you have left the center of Shibuya, arriving in a sort of square that you had seen more than a few times while you were riding the motorbike of the boy next to you "Why are we here?" you ask “I noticed you looking at the place from time to time, so I brought you here" the boy says, and for a second you can swear you're about to scream with happiness: does he really notice such little things? what a gentleman!
The square had a small fountain in the center, a few benches and some flowerbeds decorated with beautiful red roses. It wasn't anything overly large, however it looked like an amazing place in your eyes. It gave you a pleasant and sweet calm
You chuckle to yourself, letting the lightness of the moment carry you away. You walk slowly through the square, savoring the fresh early evening air caressing your face. Everything around you seemed wrapped in a golden light, as if that night was full of a particular magic. Then, suddenly, you remember that you are not alone. You turn, looking for Draken. But he was no longer where you had last seen him: you move your eyes a little further and you see him sitting on a bench, looking towards the sky which is slowly turning orange and pink. He seems immersed in his thoughts, concentrated and on one hand a little nervous. What happens to him?
"Everything okay? I see you lost in thought" you ask as you approach, sitting next to him on the bench. He looks at you for a few seconds and then looks away "Problems with Mikey? You're usually only nervous if something important happens with him" you say, but he doesn't seem to hear you "Or with Takemichi? Since you seemed angry before-" "YOU LIKE ME?"
When you hear Draken's words, you suddenly go silent. The questions you were asking suddenly vanished, leaving room for a tense silence. Your cheeks turned a sweet shade of red, and embarrassment arrived, enveloping you like a warm hug. It was your turn to look away this time, unable to handle the intensity of that moment. Your heart was pounding, almost overwhelmed by emotion. How did he know you liked him? You had never said anything, you had always guarded those feelings with care, thinking you could hide them behind an apparent normality. Yet, something must have transpired, and the only option seemed to be Emma and Hina
“I kill them…” you whisper softly, but you hear the boy sigh “Who should you kill?” he asks a little confused, but you shake your hands in embarrassment "NOTHING NOTHING! I'm just babbling to myself!" you say embarrassed
Again, an awkward silence falls between you. Draken knew your feelings by now, and you were only now reconnecting that maybe Takemichi was supposed to be there to take you to Draken. Everything had just happened too fast and you found yourself so damn embarrassed. But anyway, the only option was to talk, by now he knew the truth. There was no point in keeping quiet right now in front of him
"Even if it were...? What would it change?" You say almost softly, but the boy clears his throat “How long?” he asks a little calmer than before "I think at least a year" you say bringing your legs to your chest, resting your head on your knees
"You could have told me before" says the boy, and you misunderstand his words a little "What did I gain from it? More embarrassment than now?" “You could have just told me so you knew my feelings too” he says, and for a second the macho façade he's always had seems to crumble in many small pieces, leaving you confused “WHAT?”
"YOU UNDERSTOOD WHAT I SAID"
"REPEAT IT"
"I DON'T LIKE REPEATING WHAT I SAY"
"ARE YOU SERIOUS THOUGH?"
“OBVIOUSLY”
“WHY ARE WE SHOUTING?”
"I DON'T KNOW"
You look at each other for a few seconds and realize how the situation is a mix between embarrassing and comical. you feel your cheeks burning, then suddenly his hand rests on your shoulder "You know I won't go into details because it's not my style, but really, I would have preferred to hear it from you and not from Emma and Hina who told me while screaming. I thought it was a unique thing the mine, and knowing that I'm reciprocated is... strange, not in a bad way! well... I hope you understand"
“It's just that I thought my feelings were one-sided too, I don't know if you know what I mean” you say sighing, relaxing your nerves a little “So, what do we do?” he asks, removing his hand from your shoulder. You look each other in the eyes for a few seconds, and without actually speaking, you understand that you want to give each other a chance. It's not your style to speak directly, but fortunately you understand each other quickly. A light smile comes to your lips, and slowly, you rest your head against the boy's arm, who you hear chuckling softly
[You] I'll kill you both... but thanks girls. I think I have a boyfriend now
its raining again | ken ryuguji
summary: a familiar face shows up in your life when you had lost the only family you ever had, reminding you of hope for the future
wc: 4.8k
content: sfw, ken & reader are in their twenties, modern au not canon at alllllll literally no one else is mentioned other than draken and gang shit is no where to be seen, mentions of death, descriptions of grief & mourning after losing a loved one, sick family members, mention of vomit, suggestive talk but nothing explicit is written, pregnancy, ANGST, character death, nightmares, a lot of crying, absolutely heart wrenchingly sad i am so sorry
a/n: this is incredibly personal to me and a love letter to my emotionally unavailable father. i had a dream and wrote this in one day. idk. please don't ask about him
literally dont even read this idk why it exists its just depressing and sad but also im in love w draken and desire him in my life terribly ok bye dont talk to me lol
You crept through the empty foyer of the house, still in the darkness and quieter than ever. The house that lived in your memories as being filled with laughter, family and friends carrying on into the latest hours of the night, was now empty, devoid of any of its former glory. Just a collection of walls and floors, whose purpose now was the simple task of providing shelter.
Footsteps light and cautious, you continued to pad through the house, staring out of the front door at the large yard just feet away. It, like the house, was empty, save for a single tree that framed the house beautifully--something visitors always loved to comment on. You remember all the times you spent napping under that tree in the summer months when you were younger, your father teaching you to climb it’s sturdy trunk at the ripe age of seven, and at seventeen, your first kiss beneath the tree’s arms. For a fleeting moment, a smile tugged at your lips in remembrance. Until, your eyes forced themselves to glimpse at the new stone that stood at its base, right next to the old, weathered one. The smile faded immediately. As if it had never appeared.
Dawn came, and soon the desolate house was filled with people, familiar faces yet so foreign to you. They were sad. And so were you. The house became a place of mourning against your will, comments of I’m so sorry for your loss and he was such a good man going in one ear and out the other. You couldn’t bring yourself to face them. To give them a genuine acknowledgement. A passive nod was all you would respond with; the ache in your chest made you physically unable to utter any word of any kind. Even if they were in regard to the only member of your family you had left. Now, he is gone. And you were left alone in this house.
It was in January that your father informed you of his sickness, and the following August he was gone.
It’s always been the two of you, for as long as you could remember. Your mom had died soon after you were born, and your father never missed a chance to tell you how you were just like her, a spitting image of her. It was almost like she was still with him, he’d say. You had her eyes. Her smile. Her laugh.
You think you feel similar now to how he felt when she passed. It couldn’t have been easy for him, all of a sudden so alone in taking care of an infant. Unlike you, though, he didn’t watch her suffer for long. It was over quick, he told you when you were older. The doctors said she didn’t feel any pain. I’m happy about that.
You wish your father had the same fate as her. Car accident. Over before he could even realize it happened. But he was not so lucky.
Your father suffered many months before his passing. His body slowly killed himself, and he couldn’t do anything about it. His fate was sealed before he even knew he was sick. The time bomb ticked away unknowingly within him, until the day he walked himself into the doctor’s office.
Two months later, he told you. Best case scenario, he survived till the end of the year. Worst case scenario, he disappears in his sleep.
That game of roulette was taxing on you, prying you out of any and all relationships you had formed in your adulthood, bringing you back home to take care of your bedridden parent. You stayed secluded away, spending every minute you could with him. Remembering the tender moments from your childhood spent in that big front yard. Remembering how he taught you everything you knew about life.
If you are anything in life, be good, he told you each morning without fail. Go out into the world and do something great everyday.
And so, you did. Or at least, you tried to. The world needs more good. You tried your hardest. There were tough days, but as long as you tried, that’s all that mattered.
His words were all you could think about as you stared into the eyes of friends, relatives, one by one offering their condolences and warm hugs to you.
The ceremony was over before you realized it started. They bid their farewells, telling you how beautifully you spoke about the deceased man. They were just saying that out of pity. You know you barely said anything. Not even a tear had been shed for him. You didn’t need to vocalize some long, drawn out eulogy in honor of him. Revealing all the secrets you two kept between one another, no, that would be an insult to his legacy.
You didn’t believe a word you spoke. You wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t believe you either. But they wouldn’t tell you that. They wouldn’t tell the truth to the mourning daughter. Never.
Just more kind words and smiles. More of let me know if you need anything, I’ll call in the morning to check on you, or your personal favorite, things will get easier. You didn’t want easier. You wanted him back. You wanted to be able to call him when life got hard. You wanted to thank him over and over for bringing you into the world in the first place.
But all there was left was silence.
The family and friends had all left, dispersing to their cars at the end of the street and leaving you sitting on the front porch. But you weren’t alone.
A familiar face stood in front of your parents' graves. One that you knew well. One that you haven’t seen since you found out about your ill father. One that you hurt. His black eyes stared at the stones sticking out of the ground, eyebrows pinched together, almost angry. But not at you. Not like they were that day you left him.
Those eyes drifted up to meet yours across the yard, softening at your hollow appearance. He made his way over to you, hands shoved in his pockets and stood at the bottom stair, eye level with your sitting form.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
The question hung in the air. It wasn’t accusatory, nor was it antagonistic. It was simply a question of confusion, not understanding why you kept the real reason for your disappearance all those months ago a secret from him.
You blinked your dry eyes at him. “I don’t know. Maybe because that would’ve made it real? And I didn’t want it to be.”
“But it is real.” He deadpanned to you. He didn’t realize how insensitive it sounded in his head before quickly vocalizing the thought. He cringed inwardly at himself. “Shit, I didn’t mean-”
“No, you’re right.” You said, eyes floating back at the twin graves in front of you. “It’s all very painfully real.”
He let out a sigh, ascending up the few stairs with heavy feet and slumping beside you, offering the slightest bit of comfort you didn’t know you needed. You didn’t say a word, just shook your head in response to his nudge of reassurance. “You could’ve told me, y’know.”
“I’m sorry.” You breathed. You’ve been meaning to say it this whole time.
The boy next to you scoffed. “I should be the one saying that to you, don’t you think?”
“I’m the one that shouted all that bullshit at you and pushed you away.”
“You’re the one that just lost their only family.” He reminded you. “I don’t blame you; I’d react the same exact way.”
It was your turn to scoff now. “You have no family.”
He just shrugged, leaning back on his elbows against the stair behind him. “I still have people close to me that I care about.”
You used to be one of those people. Not anymore, you thought. After all these months not having seen him. Dodging his calls. Ignoring any contact whatsoever. You glanced over at him. “How’d you find me, anyways?”
“Your sweet Aunt Susan left her contact information in your father’s obituary. It’s amazing what you can find online these days.” His tone was lighthearted--an attempt to pull a laugh, a smile, anything other than monotony from you.
His attempt was unsuccessful. “She’s not my real Aunt.”
“Why does that matter?”
You chewed on the inside of your mouth. “Makes it feel like there’s family left. But there isn’t.”
“You just gotta make a new family, then.” He said, nudging your side once more. He’s never been great at comforting you, but somehow, the smallest part of you wanted to listen to him.
He spoke again. “It’ll get easier.”
At this, you let out a loud, mocking laugh. “I’m sure they will, Kennie.” Your voice was bathed in bitter sarcasm, but Draken was used to this. It was a coping mechanism. It’s normal. You stole a glance at his deep eyes before resting your head on his shoulder. This was the first time you felt comfortable feeling the slightest bit vulnerable. “I’m sad.”
He turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “I know, and I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do to make you happy.”
“I’m happy you are here now.” You told him. It was true; you weren’t expecting his appearance at all, but now that he’s here, you realized just how lonely you would be without him. He was a friend. One that continued worrying about you even though you desperately pushed your friends away. The only one.
He had been more than a friend. For quite some time. Before all this shit blew up in your face, you had considered him family. But as soon as your real family’s problem came into the picture, you realized just how sacred that family was in comparison. The fake familial status felt wrong, dirty, invaluable.
Now thinking about it, it didn’t look so offensive.
“Let me make you some dinner.” His words broke you out of your thoughts, catching your attention to the tall blonde now standing at his full height, holding a hand out for you to grab.
You laced your fingers with his, allowing him to pull you up. “You don’t need to do that; I can make myself food.”
You thought your lie was believable enough, but Draken knew you too well. “You don’t eat when you’re sad. That’s not good; you have to take care of yourself even when it’s hard.”
Following him into the house, which was now your house, you averted your eyes from the photos of you and your father decorating the walls. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him; you had to just move forward, in step with your friend.
You sat in silence as he threw you together a meal, all of a sudden not feeling capable of conversation. Even when he arranged you a plate, you couldn’t find the strength to eat. The simplest task seemed so impossible to you. He just sat by you patiently, a hand on your back rubbing soothing circles over your shirt.
“Can you eat one bite? For me?” He asked, picking up the fork for you.
Without even looking at him, you asked, “Why are you doing this for me?”
He put the fork back down, thinking for a moment. “Even though you pushed me away, I never stopped loving you. And when you see someone you love in pain, you want to help them. At least I do.”
You thought about his words, staring intently at the food in front of you. Making up your mind, you grabbed the fork and brought it to your mouth, barely even swallowing before you pushed yourself out of your seat. “I’m going to go take a bath.”
You turned, leaving the boy still seated, eyes trained on you as you walked away and up the stairs. Shutting the door behind you, you let out a long exhale, shutting your eyes tightly to try and extinguish the tears that pricked at your eyes. You shook your head.
Hot water filling the tub, you watched the water level rising, finding it incredibly mesmerizing. You blinked, and the tub was filled. Clothes fell to the ground one by one and you dipped your toe in to test the temperature.
Submerging yourself in the water, you felt your tense muscles relax a bit. Every time you blinked, you saw his face. The face that was ingrained in your brain and would never leave your memory even if you tried to erase it. The face that you saw when you figured out how to ride a bike without training wheels. The face that you saw when you graduated high school. The face of pure adoration and pride in his only daughter.
It was haunting to you now.
You forced your eyes to stare at the ceiling above you, gazing directly into the singular light that glowed in the dimly lit bathroom. Regardless of how hard you tried not to blink, your eyes reflexively shut themselves every so often, forcing you to see that haunting image of your father.
As the seconds passed, you kept reliving those final days with your father. Into your vision came your father in the hospital, heart still beating but only due to the life support he had been put on. You hadn’t even cried when you gave the nurse the go ahead to pull the plug on him. It was sad, of course, but the numbness was paralyzing. He was gone.
The realization suddenly hit you. And with it, the loneliness.
You heard your name being called, but you didn’t care to look back at the figure standing in the doorway. Draken cautiously stepped in, heart breaking when he saw the tears along your lash line, but you didn’t dare shed them. Still as stubborn as always, he thought.
He knelt beside you, saying your name once more. “Are you okay?”
You turned your head finally, sitting up in the tub. Draken was mindful to keep his eyes on yours and not allow them to drift down to your exposed skin, but you had ulterior motives. You leaned towards him, placing a kiss on his mouth; he didn’t kiss you back. It didn’t feel right to him.
You pulled away from him and arched a brow. “Kiss me back.”
“Not right now.” He told you. Wordlessly, you reached out and grabbed his hand, bringing it to your bare chest. He pried it away instantly. “What are you doing?”
“I want you to touch me.” You impassively told him.
He shook his head. “You’re vulnerable right now, ___; you know I can’t do that to you.”
“But I want you to.”
“But I don’t want to.” He replied, serious as ever. “I wouldn’t feel right.”
Accepting defeat, you settled back down against the porcelain tub. “I’m sorry.” Your voice was small and cracked on the last word. “I’m not going to clean myself if that’s why you came to check on me.”
“That’s okay. At least you tried. That’s all that matters.”
You looked back up at the light on the ceiling. “My dad used to say that.” Memories started flooding back, and you felt overwhelmed all over again. This time, sickness accompanied it. You lurched forward at the realization. “I’m gonna be sick.”
Hopping out of the water as quickly as you could, you knelt in front of the toilet and threw the seat up just in time for you to empty your stomach into the basin. Draken pulled your hair out of your face, reaching for your towel to drape over your naked body. His free hand found your back once more, trying to relax you as best he could. “You’re okay,” he assured you, “everything is okay.”
As soon as the nausea subsided, you grabbed at the towel to wipe your mouth. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” You said, face hot with embarrassment.
He shook his head. “Don’t even worry about it. I’ll go get you a change of clothes, yeah?”
He left your side for a brief moment to fetch you a nightgown, giving you privacy to dry off as needed and pull the garment over your body. Once he returned, he found you brushing your teeth. He smiled. “You should get some rest.”
You spit in the sink, looking over to him and nodding. You took two steps over towards him, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a warm hug. “Thank you.”
“Of course.”
He carried you to your bed, and made sure you were tucked in before he placed a kiss on your forehead. You rolled over, facing away from him and burying your head into the pillow.
“Do you want me to stay?” He asked you.
You didn’t answer. Before you heard anything else, sleep had overcome you.
Your sleep was filled with nightmares. You saw him. You saw your mother. You saw your life with both of them, happy--a reality that never was. Instead of either of them dying, it was you they were mourning over. It was your funeral they had attended. This is the fifth night in a row you’ve had this same exact dream.
However, there was another person that appeared.
He was standing in your yard, similar to how you saw him earlier today. However, it was your grave that Draken stood in front of, eyebrows knitted, wondering where he went wrong, what he could’ve done differently. You woke up screaming, hot tears staining your cheeks.
He was there in the blink of an eye, standing in your doorway. “What’s wrong?” He asked urgently, looking around to make sure there was no immediate danger.
You shook your head, covering your face with your hands. The dam inside you that you had spent so long building up had finally broken, giving in under the pressure. Loud sobs fell from your lips as the tears continued to pour from your eyes. You couldn’t even form coherent words. All the emotions had been welling up inside you all this time; you had been stoic for too many months, and now, everything was pouring out of you.
Draken was by your side in an instant, holding you close to his chest and allowing you to cry into him. “Hey, I got you.” He hushed your cries. “You’re okay, I promise.”
You continued to hideously sob into him, clutching at his shirt as if he was a lifeline. The hyperventilating was starting to ease up the longer he held you, whispering reassuring words into your ear. After a while, you found peace. The tears had dried, but you still remained in his arms, fisting the material of his shirt between your fingers.
He stroked your hair, calming you further. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
You finally released his shirt and leaned away from him some, wiping your face with the back of your hand. “Not really.” He moved to get up and leave you to rest some more, but you grabbed his wrist. “Stay with me.” You insisted. He hesitated a moment. You blinked up at him. “Please.”
“Okay.”
He climbed in next to you under the covers and you laid your head on his chest, finding comfort in the warmth he provided.
“What would I do without you?”
“Don’t worry about that.” He hugged you closer to him. “I’m right here.”
Your ear was placed right above his heart, softly drumming in his chest. A sign that he was still with you.
You fell asleep to the quiet sound of his heartbeat.
When you woke up, it was silent. The hypnotic thump of his heartbeat had vanished. Instantly, you shot up, heart rate spiking as you threw the covers off you, running out of the bedroom. “Draken?!” You screeched throughout the house, your breath caught in your throat and the urge to cry suddenly overcoming you with each passing second he wasn’t in your sight.
Down the stairs you went, weaving through the foyer, into the living room and then the kitchen, and he was nowhere.
Had you imagined him? Was your mind playing tricks on you this whole time? You thought to yourself. No, you couldn’t be driving yourself mad like this. There was no way...
You caught sight of a little puff of smoke rising in the window above the kitchen sink. Curiously, you softly opened the door to the back porch where you found Draken sitting on the stairs, a cigarette hanging lazily in his left hand.
“Kennie?” You whimpered, becoming self conscious at your manic disposition you fell into just moments ago.
He hadn’t even noticed you found him; at the sound of your voice, he whipped his head around, blowing out the smoke he had just inhaled and dropping the cigarette to the ground, stomping it out. “You’re awake,” he observed, standing up and brushing the dirt off his rear. “I was gonna make you breakfast, but I didn’t want to wake you and I didn’t want it to be cold when you woke up, either. I’ll go make some now.” He took a step closer to you, noticing the way your eyelashes had clumped together from the fresh tears. “Were you crying? Did something happen?”
His hands found their way to either shoulder of yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze before pulling you into a hug. You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I just...didn’t know where you went.”
“I’m here now.” He told you earnestly. “I’m not going anywhere. Unless you want me to leave.”
“No,” You said, probably a little too quickly. “Please stay.”
And he did.
He was there each day that summer and into the autumn. Some days were harder than others. But not once did he ever allow himself to become impatient with the way you grieved. He gave you space when you asked, but usually you craved his presence. Even if it was just being in the same room, the two of you sitting in the living room reading a book, or taking a walk down the dirt path behind your house, those small moments with Draken were your saving grace you realized.
In the winter, he would bring you tea whenever he found you sitting by yourself out on the front porch, meditating on your fond memories of your old family. But, with time, you learned to love your new family.
Days passed, and seasons changed, and before you knew it, it was summer again. And Draken was still by your side.
It was a Friday when he had came home from work, that same where’s my pretty girl at? that you never got tired of ringing throughout the home before the door shut behind him. There you were, in all your simple beauty, painting the flowers Draken had planted for you out back as a birthday gift.
He greeted you with a tender kiss, and you fell into your usual routine of sharing how your days went away from each other, culminating in continued conversation over dinner which more often than not, switched over to the porch swing he had insisted on installing last April. The two of you would find a comfortable silence eventually, listening to the calming sounds of the nighttime while his hands encapsulated yours perfectly, tracing random patterns into your skin.
That night, when the two of you had stolen away to the solace of your shared bedroom, you worshipped each other as if you were the last people on this earth. Eager hands groping in the darkness of the night, the sole purpose of every movement being to please one another, showing each other how deeply your love ran.
It wasn’t often that the two of you shared intimate moments like this, allowing yourself to succumb to every emotion locked within your hearts, becoming one.
And when it was all said and done that night, after the heavy breaths calmed down and the two of you were still, Draken gazed at you, whose tired eyes were closed. Just before you were taken by sleep, he ran a thumb across your cheek, stirring you awake.
The two words fell effortlessly from his lips: marry me.
You opened your eyes completely at his simple proposal, heart fluttering in your chest. You didn’t even need to think about your answer.
He was there the following summer, greeting you like he always did, though today, it was Tuesday.
You heard the sweetness of his voice sound throughout the home, reaching your ears upstairs in the secluded bathroom. Twiddling with the ring adorning your fourth finger on your left hand, you stared down at the fate of you and your new husband’s future. Your new family was beginning to grow.
Floating downstairs, you found him in the kitchen, rifling through the cabinets for a pair of wine glasses.
“But it’s only Tuesday,” you informed him. “Why drink on a Tuesday?”
“Because, my pretty girl,” he replied with a toothy grin. “I’ve finally been promoted.”
Before he could open the bottle of wine, you notified him you wouldn’t be drinking.
“My love, I know wine gives you headaches, but that’s only when we drink the cheap stuff.” He assured you, waving you off. “I bought this special for you; it’s good, I promise it won’t make you sick.”
God, he could be dense.
You shook your head, chuckling as you grabbed his wrist--a telltale sign you were being serious. “Darling, I’m pregnant.” You told him, sealing your announcement with a kiss. He stood there, unbelieving, as his hands subconsciously drifted down to your stomach. Though the news rendered him speechless, his glimmering eyes said everything he was thinking. You beamed up at him. “Congrats on the promotion, daddy.”
He was there on the nights your sweet little girl would wail incessantly in her bassinet next to your bed, stirring the both of you awake. But he was always quicker than you, placing a hand on your shoulder and kissing your forehead. “Rest, pretty girl. I got her.”
Smiling sleepily back at him, you turned on your side and watched as the blonde stood up, craning his head down and scooping up the little bawling bundle of joy, hushing her and rocking her and whispering sweet nothings to her to get her to calm down some. It wasn’t working.
You hummed, shutting your eyes softly. “She’s hungry.” You pushed yourself up, blinking your eyes awake as your husband brought the child over. He positioned himself back next to you, watching in awe as you fed your daughter, cooing to her softly.
He just shook his head. “What would I do without you?”
“Don’t worry about that.” Your eyes flickered up to his, and you smiled at his reaction to hearing his words from all those years ago. “I’m right here.”
He wasn’t there in the doctor’s office that autumnal Thursday afternoon. Those headaches you had been getting frequently turned out to be an indicator of something much worse than just a bad hangover from cheap wine.
Exactly what your father had.
The doctor gave you the same timeline that your father had shared with you back then. Best case scenario, you survived the rest of the year. Worst case scenario, you disappear in your sleep.
With a heavy heart, you found your way back home, planning in your head how to tell your husband of the unfortunate news. How were you going to bring up that miserable game of roulette to him?
Thursday evening turned into Friday, which turned into Saturday, and you still hadn’t told him. Unlike you in the situation with your father, Draken didn’t know of the presence of the ticking time bomb inside of you. And when you kissed him sweetly as you laid down to rest that Saturday night, he told you he loved you as always, calling you his pretty girl and telling you how he couldn’t wait for tomorrow morning. Sunday mornings with your husband and daughter were pure bliss.
Until, they weren’t.
He was there when the house was quiet again that Sunday morning. When he woke up to a deafening silence, only one breath filling the room when there should’ve been two.
Then, the pitter patter of your daughter creeping into the bedroom, tear filled eyes staring up at her father, telling him she had a bad dream.
But it was him who had just woken up into his worst nightmare.
SWEET LORD I CANT DO THIS. NOT ANYMORE. IM WAY TOO WEAK
love lockdown | k. ryuuguji (draken)
➳ tags ;; fem!reader, 18+, manga spoilers (character death), heavy hurt/comfort, arguing, toxic relationships / domestic violence (not between draken and reader but the shitty women draken dates) mechanic!draken, neighbor!mitsuya, reader is frustrated with draken and is a bit of crybaby, draken fucks up, makeup sex, palm riding? you like grind against his palms, fingering, oral (f!recieving), cumming when you put it in, draken has a big dick (so big) and it’s mentioned to be uncut, not belly bulge but he does put a hand on your stomach and asks if you can feel him, petnames baby, favorite girl, and little lady, morning after, MULTIPLE orgasms
➳ wc ;; 11.6k (help)
➳ a/n ;; draken my man i am begging you to release the shackles you have my clit in. this fic was supposed to be 4k MAX but here we are. tokyorev has me by the neck.. everyone say thank u to @manjihoe for not only beta-ing but making me read tr. draken nation... this ones for you *shoots a three and misses*
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➳ synopsis ;; draken is a good man, probably one of the best people you’ve ever met in your life. but he has one vice that confuses you, since it feels so out of left field - he’s always dating terrible women and you can’t help but wonder why.
“Draken has terrible taste in women,” ― You watch as Mitsuya takes a little piece of thread, wetting it between his lips before trying to loop it through the needle ― “It wasn’t always like that, though. I don’t get involved anymore about it, but it’s probably his biggest vice.”
“Everyone’s told me that, but no one explains why to me.” you reply back, pulling your knees up to your chest. You watch as Mitsuya carefully stitches the sides of your dress together, eyes lasered focus. His earrings dangle and click together when he dips his head down to take a good look at the damage on your sundress.
“It’s not really our story to tell,” he says after some time, shaking his head like the idea of it would bring up bad memories. You know he’s probably doing the right thing, but you can’t help but be a little frustrated by him anyways.
It’s mostly quiet in your apartment. Mitsuya is your neighbor, bordering roommate - trusted in your space. You know him well enough to know all his friends by name - the things they’ve been through. Despite your initial intimidation - talking to them has been an incredibly pleasant experience. Most of them are rough around the edges, like they’ve seen shit you couldn’t imagine.
But they’re sweet, down to their cores which feels odd. They’ve got the kind of kindness that runs bone deep, that only blooms when you’ve seen some bad shit in your life with no intent to spread more. You see it sometimes when you speak to them, loneliness around the corners of their eyes that makes your heart-ache. They’re good folks all the same.
Of all of Mitsuya’s friends, you were easily most intimated by Draken when you met him. You’d been on an errand with Mitsuya, walking with him to pick up his bike from the shop. He’d managed to find another old friend and wanted to catch up, leaving you to your devices in the front area of the garage.
That’s where you saw him the first time.
Draken is a scary guy. He’s tall, broad, with dark hair and a tattoo on his skull that he’s apparently had since he was in the 5th grade. Aside from being terrifying to look at, he had a deep voice with timbre and an almost cold stare. It’s not often you’re intimidated by someone, but it felt like a survival instinct to step back from him.
You remember it clear as day. Scrambling to find your voice to speak to that.. thug only to be greeted with the warmest words when you introduced yourself as Mitsuya’s friend. He’s got a great smile, aside from being handsome and tall.
You come to find out that Draken in general is maybe one of the nicest people you’ve ever met in your life. Looks can be deceiving with Mitsuya’s friend group, Mitsuya is the most well groomed guy you know and he can beat the shit out of almost anyone
Draken is, however, exceptionally nice. So nice that even your friends seem to feel comfortable around him. You’d leave your drink in his presence and not think twice. He walks home with your girl friends if he’s walking you home, just to make sure they're safe but keeps his distance. He helps little old ladies across the street who seem to ignore his tattoo altogether as soon as he speaks. He just has that energy to him, like there are some people who don’t need to see the scary side of him at all.
Draken is the unequivocal kind of good you think you only meet once in your life. His heart is big, and despite everything he’s been through the world hasn’t hardened him the way it should’ve. Somehow he’s more vulnerable than you could understand.
There’s just one thing about him you’ve always found off-putting, and plainly it’s that Draken is always dating someone terrible.
You don’t like feeling unnecessary jealousy. You do have feelings for Draken but more than that, you’re friends, so you care about him. But every single girl he’s ever brought to meet his friends has been one of the most terrible women you’ve met in your life.
It’s so bad people warned you about it. It’s an almost weekly occurrence. They forbid him from talking to both you and Hina more often than not. They’re rude, ungrateful, and downright mean to Draken. Some of them have gone as far to put their hands on him like they know he’s too good of a guy to hit them back. These would become the first people you’ve ever fought - with Mitsuya and his friends teaching you moves since they can’t exactly fight them themselves.
It’s toxic beyond repair, and every time the current girlfriend is throwing a fit - Draken makes it his responsibility to fix it even if he wasn’t in the wrong at all. He gets this look on his face like he’s sad but he still does it.
Draken is far from spineless or cowardly. Whatever happens in these short-term but horrible relationships only happen because he lets them happen. Because he feels like he should let them happen. They never last but it’s never Draken to break up first.
You know enough about Draken to know that he always feels responsible for the actions of others. You know why, but you can’t help but want to talk some sense into him.
Mitsuya must sense your frustration, an air of heavy exhaustion making you groan into the palms of your hands. He can’t help but feel bad for you - because Draken must know you like him. That you like each other. So aside from the bad choices, it brings up the most obvious question.
Why won’t Draken just date you?
Mitsuya can’t be sure, but he figures Draken has it out to punish himself. To fill the gap but not to let himself be happy, not knowing if he deserves to be happy. It’s not like he doesn’t understand.
It makes him sad too, seeing his friend in such a sorry state. But Mitsuya believes that everyone has to forgive themselves in order to live, in order to make sure nothing is muddy. Ghosts that will always haunt you - it’s hard to learn how to live beside them. He knows that to be true, so he finishes the last stitches in your dress before lifting his head up to go talk to you.
“Just ask Ryu about it,” Mitsuya advises, his voice soft as he folds your dress up and hands it to you ― “Talk to him and figure it out.”
You sigh when you think about it. He’s probably right. You take the dress in your lap, looking at the newly stitched material with a frown.
“Yeah.. you’re probably right.” You reply, unsure of what to feel. You look up at him with a soft smile.
“Thanks for stitching this for me, Mitsu. Maybe I should wear it over.” you suggest light-heartedly. He grins.
“I think that’s a good idea.”
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Draken is still in his shop when you text him that you wanna ask him something. He offers to wait till after his shift to pick you up from your apartment, but you figure if you wait it out you’ll lose nerve. You go to his shop and he lets you without a word.
He looks good when he works. He’s been working on an older car for the last few weeks, been texting you updates that read mostly nonsensical to you. An American Cadillac that he recently managed to snag - beat up and broken. You can see it in the back when he opens the door up.
You can tell he’s been laying under the car and fidgeting it with the stuff underneath. There’s grease stains on his cheeks and on his jaw, and his jumpsuit is half-way down his waist. Unzipped, his hair is pulled up like always. He’s got a thin sheen of sweat on his skin.
You looked the same as usual but Mitsuya pushed you to change into your sundress. Your lashes are dolled and dark, mouth glossy and hair fixed lazy. You’re wearing a dress anyhow, a jacket over your shoulders to deal with the cold.
He swings the red wood door wide, leaning against the frame with a warm smile. He’s so good looking it kills you, his expression drawn up. Draken doesn’t give himself enough credit for being handsome in the rugged way he is. His gloved hands cross over strong chest, tight shirt against his pecs. You swallow something in the back of your throat, fidgety.
“Whaddya want?” he asks, faux annoyance in his voice. You roll your eyes prepared to say something sarcastic, but then he pauses for real. He gives you an up and down glance.
“What’re you wearing that for?” he asks again, face scrunched in confusion. You pause and then realize that it’s the dress. You give him a grin.
“I have a date after this, didn’t I tell you?”
He doesn’t like the sound of that at all. He shakes his head, brow pinching even more.
“Huh.. is that right? With who?”
You roll your eyes at the tone of his voice.
“A date with my vibrator and netflix, sir. Mitsuya was at my place and he fixed up my dress so I wore it here.” you reply easily. He frowns at you.
“Don’t speak so crassly to me,” he tuts, stepping aside to let you in. You roll your eyes at him before walking it but he uses his arm to make sure you can’t get in.
“I’m serious.” he warns. You give him another frown.
“You talk about shit like that with Mitsuya and them but I can’t crack jokes?”
He gives you a look like you’ve said something ridiculous. But you stand your ground, partly because you don’t enjoy Draken telling you what to do but also because you don’t understand why it would bother him in the first place.
He glares at you.
“No, you can’t. Not to me or anyone else. Clear?”
You pretend the sound of his voice doesn’t send your gut to your stomach as you huff, pushing forward anyways with a frown.
“Yeah yeah, okay got it. Move, I’m cold.”
Draken lets you pass finally. There’s a little area for the shop and through the door is the garage where Draken does his actual work. When you step inside, you take a deep breath looking at the familiar surroundings. The garage is covered edge to edge in bikes - some for repair and some for sale. Low ceilings with big windows, some boarded up entirely. There’s tools around in red and black carts, car parts, and posters of pretty women and American rappers on the walls. It always smells vaguely like gasoline and metal, an almost coppery taste on your tongue when you step inside.
The car Drakens working in the back. You watch as he walks past you, carrying a stool under his arm. Your shoes squeak as you fall into step behind him, weaving through the bikes. He sets the stool next to the industrial drawer he has to store materials - the only thing he had formally installed for the shop. It’s not very big, but it’s unmoving and up against the wall.
You hop up onto the stool, resting your elbow on the drawer and letting your palm press against your cheek. Draken is in your view. He sits on the creeper seat, balancing on it bent over his knees before looking over at you.
“You still didn’t tell me what you wanted to talk about.” he tsks. He lays back onto the creeper seat, before rolling back under the car. His voice is just a touch louder when he speaks to you now, you watch amused. His body is so big when it sticks out from underneath the burnt-orange cadillac.
“What’s up?”
You’re silent for too long, probably. You bite the corners of your lip trying to find a way to bring it up to him. Mitsuya is right that this is the best thing to do, but that doesn’t mean it’s an easy thing to ask about. Especially because you aren’t exactly sure what to ask him. Why seems too straightforward, not gentle enough for something like this. Something about asking unsettles you. You don’t know everything, and that’s scary.
But, you’re more afraid of not knowing. Of him closing you out. So you sit in silence for a long while until Draken slides back out with confusion all over his face.
“You’re freakin’ me out.” he says hesitantly. You sit up straight and look at him, hands shaking ever so slightly.
“Promise you’ll be real with me?” you ask, sticking your pinky out just far enough so he can reach it. He laughs lightly at that, but takes it anyway, shaking your hand with linked pinkies.
“I don’t know what you’re going to say.”
“It’s like.. about the girls you bring around, I guess.” you say with a wince. You’re not sure how to phrase it, how much more gentle you can treat the situation. What diction could you use to divert the reality? But you see it in his face immediately, how he’s on the defensive. A part of you believes he’d be more understanding, but you knew.
For Draken.. For Ryuguji Ken - love cannot exist without survival. It’s instinctual, that belief.
Because while Draken is kind and nice - he also takes no interest in explaining himself. Because he feels like he can have a vice or two, maybe.
To have you involved as little as possible - part of it’s purposeful. With awareness that the further you are, the safer you can be. You don’t know which exactly this time, maybe a mix of both. No one ever taught him how to deal with grief, and this must’ve been the best he could come up with.
But, you have to ask. To pry it out of him with your teeth, sharp in his anguish, if you have to. Because it can’t keep going like this. You can’t keep watching it if it does go on. Love has you playing offense, with your heart on your sleeve and apology on your tongue. How do you phrase it softly, kindly?
That you can love someone through their grief, but they have to let you in? Is there a way to say it without hurting them? If your lover is an open wound, how do you teach them the difference between that pain and the sting from stitches?
There’s no way you think. For this conversation to be easy. Nothing ever is with Draken, and that’s fine even if it scares you
When his face goes cold, you take a deep breath and steel your nerves. Your face goes soft, but you have to be strong.
“I just wanna know what’s on your mind, Ken. I wanna know why you keep..” you trail off, unsure of what to say.
“Keep what?” he spits, a little more venom in his voice than he means. You deflate a little. Not angry, but frustrated. Tired of seeing him put himself through it without at least knowing why. You rub your temple.
“I’m not trying to start a fight.” you reply with an even, easy quality to your voice. You have to hold it together.
“I don’t want to talk about this with you.” he replies back, trying to quell his initial anger. It’s not like him to feel like this. He knows that, but he can’t help. His guard about how he acts is always down with you and it shines like this.
“Ken..” you trail, voice tired “I can’t keep watching you do this with them. I can’t, and I won’t just sit here and watch.”
“It’s not your business to begin with, fucksake.”
He doesn’t mean to raise his voice at you, but it comes out. He watches as you retreat. Stares at you when your eyes go wide with something akin to fear and his stomach drops. Because as much as you know Draken would never hurt you, he’s scaring you. And maybe you’re too strong for your own good, because your voice shakes in your throat when you look at him. Your palms curled in, hands fisted at your knees.
“Don’t raise your voice with me.” you say sternly, expression unreadable. “Not now, not ever Draken.”
He pulls back, face crumpling with frustration as the two of you look away from each other. He hears a deep sniffle and his eyes snap up again. You’re crying, not big sobs but sniffles. Your eyes red around the corners, frustrated crying. He stares at you and his heart drops, and he thinks about how Mitsuya is gonna kill him. He thinks about the guilt he feels for making you fucking cry.
“I’m gonna leave.” you say, taking a shaky breath. Your hands in your pockets, pressing your fingers to your eyes so your makeup doesn’t run. You sound hoarse, like you ran here “I don’t wanna do this right now. I’ll text Mitsuya to pick me up and I won’t tell him, so.. I’ll see you later, Draken.”
Draken is good with gut feelings. That emotion - the brief sense that if you don’t do something right now, right away everything will fall apart. He feels it when he watches you stumble to your feet. When you take another deep breath and put your hands in your pockets, ready to walk off. His body moves on it’s own, heavy steps as he rushes to you.
His hand snakes your wrist and holds it. You close your eyes, breathing another deep breath.
“Ken, let go of me. It’s fine, you don’t want to talk,” you urge, your voice trembling. “I don’t wanna fight with you. Let me go, please.”
His grip loosens but he can’t let go. You try to wiggle out of his grasp but he can’t, he can’t. He’s scared that if he cuts you loose this will be the last time. He’s not exactly sure what it is, but Draken knows better than to go against his instinct.
“I didn’t mean to snap on you like that..” ― He trails off, shutting his eyes ― "I know it’s not.. I know you mean well. I’m sorry.. fuck - really sorry. I don’t wanna see you cry.” His voice is soft.
You know he means well but you can’t help but feel resentment, because you can’t tell if he means it. Your mind wanders to all the girls he’s dated and brought home, and you wonder if he snapped at them too, or if he comforted them kindly and softly. And you recognize that ugly, bitter feeling. You don’t want to compare yourself, because you are good and whole all on your own.
But it rears its head like this. When you’re frustrated, exhausted from being strong. From holding Draken together so many nights. Because he has opened his heart to you before, and you’ve held in your palms carefully. Because you’re good to him, more often than not. Frustrated because you haven’t done anything to deserve this, and you know if you don’t turn back now everything will pour out of you.
Love is a wound, and you bleed for Draken more than anyone else.
“Please let me go, Ken. I can’t… I don’t want to do this with you. If I’m here any longer, it’s gonna get ugly. Let me go.”
You try again, to move. But he won’t let you, won’t budge. You think it again, that you don’t deserve to feel like this. That love shouldn’t hurt, or cut you so deep but all Draken feels like is a thorn in your side. You tremble again, knees buckling.
Your voice is watery. You can’t help but shake. It’s too much, too much, too much. Everything feels like it’s coming apart but you can’t let yourself be swayed. You have to be strong, you have to be. He’s made it clear, so you have to leave and you have to do it for you.
“Why aren’t you letting me go?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Let me go, Ken.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N - I’m sorry.”
And then it comes, like a reckoning. It’s divinity, and rips heaven in two pieces and let hell come from within it. Everything comes out and it comes so fast and you can’t control it. Fear, frustration, longing - it comes out of you in a rush.
“I just want to go home, Ken. You don’t want to talk about it, and I’m respecting your decisions so why won’t you just let me go? Why can’t you just let me leave quietly?”
He closes his eyes when you turn to him, and can't look at your tearful expression without feeling terrible.
“I know it’s hard for you, how hard your life has been. I’m so afraid of hurting you I don’t know what to do with myself half the time,” you shake your hand off. Your body trembles with rage, with frustration that bubbles over until it spills “But this isn’t fair. If I did something that made you treat me like this, just tell me and I’ll say sorry and leave.”
“I don’t want you to leave -’
“But this isn’t fuckin’ fair to me, damnit,” you hiccup a sob. You don’t mean too, don’t mean to cry. Don’t mean to sound so frustrated, don’t mean to make it about you “It’s not fair you raise your voice and get angry with me when I’m asking you a simple question. I could forgive you for that -”
You shake with rage, wiping your tears with your palms even when they come too fast. Draken has felt horrible in his life more times than he can count, but nothing more than now. This gut-wrenching feeling, like he knows. Like if Draken were a little more honest with himself he could’ve prevented this.
“But you don’t get to make me stay. You don’t get to cross that boundary with me and make me feel like this. I just want to go home, I’m so tired of mulling over this. I’m tired of seeing you go through this again and again and not knowing why. I’m tired of not talking to you for weeks because the person you’re with won’t let you talk to me,”
His face crumples again, crushing despair on his eyes. All you can do is cry, throat hoarse.
“But I forgave you, even when you didn’t ask for it, because I just wanted to be in your life. Even as friends, I want to be close to you.” You feel your jaw get tight with frustration “But I’m so fucking tired of feeling crazy for caring about you, so I’m not going to butt in anymore. And we don’t have to talk about it, I get it. You’ve made it clear, so please just let me go home. If you respect me at all, you’ll let me go home.”
You take a deep breath and turn to move on your heels and leave. You’ve said your piece. You’re so tired you feel like you could fall into the Earth and let it swallow you. Your head hurts from crying, so when the hiccuping settles - you wipe your eyes.
And if it wasn’t painful enough, clear enough that Draken fucked up terribly - at the end you give him a half-hearted smile. You feel pitiful and tired and it’s awful, but at least it’s settled. That gives you some semblance of relief, even if it hurts.
“I’m sorry I misread everything, but I get it now. Promise I’m not mad, so I’m gonna go home. I’ll see you on campus Monday. Get home soon, okay?”
Draken has to move, has to. He knows it’s not fair to you, but he can’t let things end like this. Not when he knows that if he leaves it here, this will be the end of the only thing he’s managed to find happiness in ages.
He knows he should let you go, but he can’t. He flips you around and drags you to his chest. You’re pulled into him more fast than you know what to do with. Draken has always been exceptionally tall and strong, but you feel the extent of it when he drags you into his arms. Strong arms and chest, Draken hugs you with all the strength he can muster. His hand cradles your head and he presses you to him with overwhelming strength.
He smells like home, like motor oil and cologne and home and you hiccup.
“Why’re you still holding me?” you manage through a broken sob, body melting into his so easily. You fit perfectly against him.
“I’m sorry,” he sounds so remorseful it shakes you to your core “Let it out. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to.. didn’t mean it. You’re upset right? Let it out for me. Tell me you’re mad.”
“No,” ― you whine exhaustedly, shaking your head ― “You just feel bad for me cause I’m crying. It’s not special to you, I don’t wanna cry to you. I wanna go home and cry to Mitsu.”
“I don’t want you to cry to anyone but me.” he mumbles against your forehead. His arms feel so safe, but you try your best not to be swayed.
“Leave me alone, I don’t want to be here. Let me go.” you plead, exasperated. These petulant, petty feelings. Everything is starting to make you sick.
You try to wiggle out of his grip but he only holds you tighter, so tight you can breathe.
“I can’t. It’s better if you’re mad, so just get mad at me. Just be angry, but I don’t want to let you leave.” he cradles your head to his chest “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want you to comfort me.” ― You hit his chest weakly, with no intent to hurt him ― “You don’t get to anymore. I’m tired.”
“I’m sorry,” he says again.
“I’ll stop crying, okay? I’m fine so could you please just -”
You start crying again, even after you just stopped. It frustrates you, when you wipe tears from your lashes all over.
“You’re still crying,” he mumbles, voice rough.
“Why are you doing this to me?” you feel again, overwhelmed with a wave of weakness. It feels humiliating, your cheeks burning in upset. “I don’t want to feel like this”
He’s silent, rubs those comforting circles in your back that only make you grieve harder. Your hands grip the front of his chest, forehead pressed to his chest as you shake in his arms.
“What do you want from me? What’s the point of this? Do you really feel this sorry for me? I didn’t ask for that, I don’t need it from you.” you grit.
It’s quiet. Too quiet, and you’re still crying into his arms. You don’t think you’ve ever been so worn out. And it’s quiet for so long, the silence heavy like a cross on sinners chest. You shut your eyes, uncertain. You just want to stop this, but you’re stuck.
“When I was 15,” ― His voice is so quiet you almost can’t hear it. The only reason you can is because you’re so close to him ― “The first girl I ever loved.. Mikey's little sister. She uh.. she was killed.”
You freeze in his arms, and he hugs you a little tighter.
“It wasn’t my fault, or Mikey’s fault even though I beat his ass at the time. We couldn’t protect her” ― He hugs your waist to him, like he’s thinking about what to say ― “It was a long time ago, and it wasn’t just her. Wasn’t just anything, I think Mikey leaving without a word - that too.”
“I got used to seeing people die, but I really did love her as much as 15 year old me could love anyone.” ― He goes quiet for a beat before continuing ―”I know it wasn’t my fault, or anyones but those fucking bastards.”
His grip tightens, just slightly.
“But I couldn’t forgive myself for what happened. The first time I got into a relationship like that it was an accident, but that punishing feeling. Somehow, it felt like the right thing to do.” he says with a light laugh.
“I’m sorry you’ve been hurt so much,” ― You say first, teary but settled. He’s almost startled by how easily your attitude changes, your voice tight and pained― “You were just kids. None of you deserved that,” you say earnestly.
He smiles at that.
“I don’t think we did either,”
“But you shouldn’t punish yourself,” you say, shaking your head, like you’ve thought about it plenty. “She wouldn’t want that for you, I know she would want you to be happy. And to live peacefully, at least.”
He doesn’t realize how long he’s needed someone to tell him that until the words leave your mouth. He hugs you tighter than before, and nods. It’s quiet for a while as you pull back.
“Thanks,” he says quietly. You give him a warbly smile. Your heart aches a little, but you pull away with understanding.
“Thanks for tellin’ me,” you smile sadly, mouth curled up. You can ignore the ache in your chest for now. For his sake.
“I’m gonna head home now,” you say, yawning, weary and unwilling “My head hurts, and I want to sleep and watch movies with Mitsuya.”
But, Draken stops you. His arms are still tight around and he’s looking down at you. At your face, teary and distressed. He can’t say for certain what Emma would’ve wanted, but he knows that you’re here now. And it’s not fair to you, hasn’t been in a long time.
Draken doesn’t want to punish himself anymore, but he can’t let you leave like this. And he trusts you, but the idea you’ll go home to Mistuya and he’ll wipe the tears off your face makes something makes his stomach tight. He furrows his brow.
“Are you sure that’s everything?” he prompts. You feel embarrassment bloom into your cheeks, heart feeling like it’ll ache. You’re embarrassed, so you look away. Your hand flies to his chest.
“I-I’m sure.” you flush, as he gets inches away from you. He grabs your jaw with his hands, making you look at him.
“Don’t lie to me.” ― His breath is warm, smells like 5 gum and is too close to you. Flusters you but you can’t look away ― “That’s not the only reason you were crying, was it?”
“Draken, please -”
“I want you to be honest with me. I’ll comfort you. I’ll say sorry, too. You think I wanna let you go home to Mitsuya and have him take care of you?” ― He grits his teeth, jaw feathers just thinking about it ― “No wonder you’re so pissed at me.”
Your expression softens and you can feel yourself going all soft again. You’re too tender for this right now, for his incessant prompting. Battered from all the emotional labor, you really don’t want to cope with your feelings for him like this. You feel yourself getting frustrated.
“I fucked up real bad, didn’t I?” ― his voice almost sounds like a coo, but it’s rough and low and apologetic ― “Made you think you weren’t special to me at all. Fuck, you know that’s not true, right?”
“Stop,” you shake your head, trembling like a leaf in the wind. “I don’t want to cry anymore.”
He cracks a sad smile at you.
“Were you mad at me when you saw me with ‘em?” ―He asks, eyes tracing your face, watching as tears form at your lashes ― “I don’t like making you mad. I really don’t like making you cry.”
You hit his chest with weak fists, crying again.
“Are you mad at me?”
“You’re so mean to me.” ― You hit his chest with closed fists, shaking a little ― “Why’re you so mean t’me?”
“I’m sorry.”
“I thought I wasn’t good enough for you,” you admit, unsure of how to proceed. “I still feel like you don’t.. I don’t wanna be selfish.”
“You can be selfish with me,” ― He grabs your hands and brings them to his chest, mouth brushing against your knuckles. With a lopsided smile he leans into your touch ― “You can be whatever you want.”
“Bet you say that to everyone.” you sniff. You know it’s petulant, petty but you feel like you’ve got a right. He chuckles.
“Not everyone,” He kisses your knuckles and you flush “Promise you’re my favorite girl.”
That makes you really shy. You look away that time, screwing your eyes together. Your stomach flutters with warmth and you can’t help but be nervous. You want to tell him he doesn’t have to do this, but your mouth is cottony. Your heart is pounding.
“Hey, look at me.”
“I don’t wanna.” you reply quickly. He tsks, turning your jaw.
You’re met with his face in front of you. Strong nose and brow, sharp eyes and brows. He’s handsome even covered in grease, and your stomach turns at the sight of him. He’s so overwhelming to be around, sharp canines peering through his lower lip when he glances at you. He squishes your cheeks together, lips smushed.
“Why don’t you wanna look at me, huh?”
You scrunch your nose, closing your eyes.
“Cause you’re mad? D’ya act like this with everyone?” He muses. Your face is still smushed in his big palms.
“Act like what?” you say through muffled huffs. He lets his nose brush against yours.
“Act so cute,” His lips are close, hands snaking to the back of your neck - palms cupping you close to him as he leans down “D’ya act so cute with everyone or just me? Does Mitsuya see you whine like this?”
“You’re so close.” you mumble stupidly. He chuckles.
“Yeah I am. I wanna kiss you. Gonna let me?”
“Maybe.”
He laughs, and it’s so warm. And you smile, and it’s so forgiving. You’re so forgiving to him.
“What do I have to do?” he asks, letting your arms come up around your necks.
“Tell me it again,” ― Your voice is sweet, like summer ― “That it’s me, that I’m your favorite.”
“You’re my favorite girl,” He presses his lips to yours “Can I take you home and show you?”
You shy away again but nod.
“Take me home, Ken. Wanna go home with you.”
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Draken lives alone.
In an apartment on the upper-east side. He doesn’t have any roommates even though everyone in Toman has offered to stay with him. Insists he needs the alone time, after working with customers and rowdy folks all day. You’ve been to his apartment before, but it’s different this time. Normally all you’re doing is hanging out, but today he’s got a hand on your waist and his eyes following your silhouette.
Today, he shuts the door behind him before he pins you against it. Your body is littered with goosebumps. He’s so quick to kiss you, it startles you. Draken kisses aggressively, like he needs to get everything from you before he falters. He kisses like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, big hands cupping your face. He cradles you like you’re a precious thing, kissing you again and again.
Kissing just to kiss, just because he wants to kiss you even though there’s a laundry list of things he wants to do to you. With you, right now he just wants to kiss you. His lips are soft and full, and he’s got a mouth that makes you feel warm from the inside out. It’s oddly adoring - this exchange. Drakens hands settling on your face. Can you tell that he loves you? Can you tell that he wants you more than anything?
He doesn’t know how to say it softly. He’s never been good at being anything other than honesty and fighting. But he’s trying to tell you he’s sorry, that he’s trying, that he wants you in the palm of his hands, that he wants to be happy. He wants to tell you it’s hard and he wants you to feel it - to cradle him in your arms and make him forget everything.
He hasn’t loved anyone properly before. In a time and place where he’s safe too. His heart is clumsy with yours. His hands are too heavy, touching too aggressively. He kisses you like he’s asking if you can’t take it, all of him. The parts of him that aren’t fixed.
You laugh into his heavy kisses, pulling away with a giggle.
“Ken, hey - slow down.” you voice it through an airy breath “Gotta get to your bedroom.”
“I can’t fuck you against my door?” he muses. You hit his chest lightly.
“Another time.” you say through a whisper, like a secret “After my finals, maybe.”
He presses his forehead to yours.
“Oh, shit I forgot about that.” he replies, kissing the corners of your mouth. “Another time.” he agrees.
He takes your hand and drags you to his bedroom. His room isn’t very big, with his bed taking up most of it, but it’s intimate. A king sized mattress is enough to fit him comfortably, and the two of you fall together. He turns on a dim light, just enough to see you.
Draken watches as you rustle against the sheets, your head hitting in the pillow with a smile on the corners of your mouth. You grin at him as he crawls on top of you. His leather jacket is shrugged off strong shoulders as he cages you in with his form, his forearms on either side of you. His eyes are dark when he glances over at you, thumbs wiping under your eyes.
“Don’t like that I made you cry.” he says, thumb smudged with black. You hum.
“It’s okay.”
“I shouldn’t make you cry.” he sighs, frustrated.
“Are you planning too or something?”
“No,” he says quickly.
“Good, come kiss me.”
He smiles at you. You look like a dream, even like this. Tear-stained, tired, you still greet Draken warmly. He dips down to meet your mouth in a kiss, same as before but this time he doesn’t stop. His hands are big, calloused with consistently bruised knuckles and warm palms. They flush against your skin, your thighs bent back with Draken in between them.
You can feel your skirt ride up over your thighs as Draken leans over you, arms resting on either side of your head as he presses himself to you. The shape of his cock is obvious in his jeans, hard and heavy against your clothed cunt. Draken doesn’t let your mind wander too far from him - his hands dragging up your thigh, cupping your knees before sliding back down. The skin to skin makes you feel flushed as he keeps kissing you. Warm mouth, he slips his tongue against yours.
It’s thick - hot and heavy as a little saliva drips down the side of your cheek. Draken palms your entire body. Over your thighs, on your waist, and just briefly he’ll squeeze your tits through your tiny little sundress. He can tell you’re not wearing anything underneath, can feel the weight in his palms. You moan into his mouth when he touches you - groping every inch of your skin.
He rests at your hips, his thumb hooking underneath your sundress to pull it up over your panties. They’re cotton, printed with polka dots. Draken gets a brief glance at them. His eyes wander over your body - letterman splayed as your lower half is covered in goosebumps from the cold air. You bite your lip as your eyes flit up to his face, thinking about covering yourself with your hands.
Draken is wordless. He moves into action quickly, his hands going to take your jacket off your shoulders and leaving you in your short dress. The thick material slips off your skin and Draken places a kiss onto your shoulder. He leaves open mouth kisses all the way up your neck until you wiggle your arm out. Your hand rests on his shoulder as he moves to do the same to the other side.
You’re not even naked, but the slow undressing feels exposing - heart bared on your chest as he continues to slide you out of your coat. When your skin meets the air, his tongue traces against the goosebumps on your shoulders. He leaves hickies this time around. All the way up your neck as you feel his muscles with your hands. Warm skin, your mind is hazy with the feeling Draken’s teeth against your neck.
You can feel the blood rushing underneath your skin, how he breaks capillaries beneath the surface until they’ve bloomed a deep red, almost purple. They pulse for two beats even afterwards, and Draken leaves so many he almost feels sore. You know it’s meant to claim you, the way Draken touches you. You let your hands slide onto his face, cupping his ears and running your thumbs over the shell.
He looks at you tenderly, and you smile back.
“I’m all yours, Ken. Don’t rush.”
“All mine, yeah?”
“Yeah. All yours forever.”
“Forever?”
When your eyes meet, you can’t help but feel like you’ll fall into the floor. Because you say it, and Draken looks happy. The prospect of it gives him a wolfish grin and a warm glow all at once - his mouth in a wide smile that shows off the straight teeth.
He doesn’t say anything more, but he does kiss you again. Light presses of the mouth that feel like all the Thank You's you could ever ask for. He kisses you until you’re relaxed again and pulls back so he can take a good look at you. He takes your arms and holds them over your head.
“I know you don’t like listenin’ to me but could you be good and keep em there?” He muses.
“Who said that?”
“You, dummy. You’re real good at sayin’ at whatever you want.” He lets his head dip down to your neck, places kisses against your throat, down your chest until fabric gets in the way.
“Is this about… what I said in the shop?”
“If the rest of Toman heard you talk about your vibrator, don’t you think they’d go around picturing it? Especially Michi since he’s weak to you, anyways.” ― He scolds you lightly, but his eyes are serious ― “You’re a good girl, so act like one. You needa have good manners.”
“Were you thinking about it when I said it?” you take your lower lip between your teeth “Were you thinking about me?”
“I’m always thinking about you.” he replies easily.
His hands travel down to the bottom of your dress, from where it was pushed up over your stomach. He stares down at how it hugs your body, around your curves. Tight against your middle, let your tits press against the thin material. Instead of taking off right away, he simply lets his fingers pinch the fabric and pulls down until they fall out of the front.
It makes you gasp, the sudden rush of cold air making your nipples hard. Draken’s eyes drop to your chest, a groan escaping his lips at the sight of your skin. How they fall, how they sit - his hands shake as he reaches out for them.
But he takes in his palm regardless, lets his hands brush over the sensitive area and watches as your eyes flutter. You keep your hands still like he asks, above your head.
Draken makes quick work of touching you. His lips find your chest, kissing the underneath side of your tits with a soft hum. He lets his tongue dip, tastes the skin just below the roundest part. He treats them well, his free hand squeezing whichever one he can’t pay enough attention to you. You squirm underneath him, trapped under his weight. Your feet kicked, your toes curled as you shy away from him.
“Ken,” you whimper. He looks up at you with an easy smile, head tilted as he takes both and squeezes them together.
“Yeah?”
“More,” you whine, already embarrassed over asking “Please, please.”
He finally closes his mouth around where you need him most, leaning over to spread your legs apart. His tongue slides against the hardened bud, leaves a wave of heat running through it as he sucks on it, licks on it with content and his eyes closed. Your body feels light when he touches you. Arms still rested over your head, you roll your body against Drakens.
His fingers are big. You feel them, light over your clothed cunt. He lets his middle finger run over wet fabric. Your mind goes blank as soon as you feel the warmth of him against your body. His weight is heavy, pressing you firmly into the mattress. Draken listens to your gasp and his lips curl up. He likes the sound of your voice, the breathlessness in it.
“Does that feel good?”
“Ken,” your voice is soft in his ears.
“What is it baby?”
You whine when he calls you baby. His voice is so deep. It makes your heart jump into your throat. His fingers go again over the wet-spot, soaking his fingers until they’re sticky. He rubs you again and again. You feel him everywhere on your skin, his mouth is just as relentless as the rest of him but nothing is more embarrassing than his hands and how they make your panties stick to your folds. They cling to you pretty, the light fabric outlining every inch.
You roll your hips into his hand without thinking about it, Again and again, until you’re practically rubbing yourself into his palm. But Draken indulges you, watches your face through amused eyes as you grind yourself, voice wobbly as you chase your own high without thinking twice. Draken cups your pussy through your panties with nothing but affection, watching you work for it. He’s never seen you so distracted before. He lets you go, smiling when you call his name.
“Ken,” you huff, voice trembling. The friction is good. Draken is so sturdy, and every time you press - he presses back. Every rut of hips, he meets. He bites your nipple gently to get your attention, and your eyes flutter open to his face.
“D’ya need me here at all?” he teases. You blink at him, nodding.
“It’s your fault I’m like this.” you manage, just barely keeping yourself together.
“Gonna cum just like this? Can you?”
“Really wanna,” you admit, dazed and desperate “Wanna cum f-for you. Want you to watch me.”
“Fuck.. fuck - you’re gonna kill me.” He mumbles, nipping your skin with his teeth “Where’d you learn all this from?”
“Just like you, Ken.” you admit. He feels his cock twitch when you say his name like that, like the reason you’re so worked up it’s because it’s him who you’re getting off on. Draken’s always been a gentleman, kind and thoughtful.
But seeing you grind so fucking desperately into his palms - while he sucks your tits and watches you, it makes him feel something he can only describe is animalistic. Sex is always good, but it’s you. You, riding his palms and whining his name and he wants to sink his cock into you more than he wants to breathe air. Wants to make your pussy soft before he fucks into you with all he has. You’re so fucking beautiful, it’s unlike anything he’s ever felt.
“Ken, Ken, Ken.”
“Gonna cum for me just like this, sweetheart?”
You nod, all worked up. Draken kisses between your tits and watches as your breathing goes ragged. The pleasure is desperate, a fizzing sensation. It’s not enough, not quite what you want but you like the feel of it. The pressure on your clit just from rutting on Drakens palms. He watches with fascination as you get yourself off, something sweet in your tone as you whine. Deep and needy, your whole body shudders. You cum hard, stain your panties till they’re soaked - all for Draken and he lets you. All your nerves feel like they’re on fire, you’re not exhausted but wanting.
You cum on Drakens palm, and open your eyes to look at him. You feel delirious as you stare at him.
“Have fun?” he asks, wholly amused. You nod.
“Want more,” you confirm.
“You wanna cum for me more?”
You nod, and Draken presses his fingers against your lips. You open obediently, eyes meeting him as you run your tongue around his digits. He wonders if you’re doing it on purpose, the way you look at him makes his patience thin. He wants to fuck you so deep, with your knees bent all the way back for him. Your legs up, letting him all the way in.
It’s all he can think about, everything else just another vessel to fuck into you every which way.
Draken decides it then - kissing you one last time for good measure before slipping down again.
“Gonna make you cum on my fingers, okay?” He tells you more than asks. You nod for him, your arms reaching forward to circle his neck so you can kiss him deep one more time. He kisses you, sucks on your tongue until you’re panting into his mouth. His nose bumps yours when you pull off, kissing the tip of it so adoringly. It’s almost like he isn’t itching to be balls deep inside of you, something soft about how he kisses the corners of your mouth.
Draken keeps kissing you. Down your chest, past your navel, all the way until his face is facing your panties. You struggle to breathe, just seeing his face between your legs loosens your mind. You feel another wave of fire burn underneath your skin. Draken runs his tongue against your core, moaning against your cunt with a heavy sigh. You whine - pure white heat flaring through your gut.
His arms are strong as they maneuver underneath your thighs - his fingers dipping into the waistband of your panties. He watches with a bated breath as it unsticks from your pussy, a thin line of arousal as he pulls them off of your body. He puts them in the pocket of his jeans before caressing your thighs again.
He nudges your knees apart with his shoulders, your feet flat on the bed. He stares at you for so long, you shy away but Draken pins you with his body. He’s almost mesmerized by it, the way your clit shines with arousal, throbbing and so pretty. Draken has so many things he wants to do with you, but he wasn’t expecting to feel so much urgency about getting his mouth on you.
He kisses your clit first, once then twice - before he lets his tongue dip. He dips down, starts at your hole and gathers cum on the tip until he’s around your clit. It feels fucking dirty, the heat of his mouth against your pussy. Draken has always been loud when he eats, you’ve seen it before so many times. Still, nothing could prepare you for seeing him between your legs. For feeling the heavy drag of his tongue on the sensitive bundle of nerves, between your folds until your twitching.
Your fingers twist into the sheets as electricity crawls up your spine, making your neck twitch. Draken lets spit drop onto your clit with the tip of his tongue, spits on it before going in again. All you can think about is his mouth on your sex, how he slurps and spits and eats messily just to watch you writhe and twist. You feel like you might melt, a light bit of humiliation making your skin itchy as Draken eats you out with enough enthusiasm that you croak.
“Ken, o-oh.”
“Pretty fucking pussy,” ― He practically moans against you, licking your clit again before sucking it onto his tongue ― “Gotta get it messy so it can take me, yeah? Make sense?”
You want to say something but you’re blank. Draken is distracting, mouth latched onto your heat with no other concern. You feel your body convulse, not expecting to be cumming again so soon. The cool down was so short, and you’re already chasing a high again. But this time it’s Drake setting the pace. Lapping at you like he’s on a mission. He groans against you every now and again, feeling as it reverberates through you.
Your body feels pliant, soft like your soul might slip from it. Your knuckles are almost white from how tightly you hold on. Your body is tense, breathing uneven as Draken massages your clit with his tongue.
“Oh, oh - o-oh fuck Ken, I’m gonna… fuuuck.”
You let out a loud groan, feeling all the tension in your gut coil tight before coming apart completely. You don’t know how it happens, but you’re cumming all over Drakens face, his nose bumping your clit as he makes sure to catch all of it on his tongue. He dips inside with your tongue, groaning at how tight you clamp down it as you spasm. Your back arches off the mattress, as you twitch shamelessly. You cup a hand over your mouth as your eyes roll back into your head.
You cum and it feels like it goes on forever. You don’t get a breather. Draken presses a kiss to your inner thigh, but before you can understand what’s happening - he’s got a hand resting on your navel. His thumb pulls you back, spreads you apart so he can get a good view of it twitching. You’re speaking through short sentences, shivering constantly as the aftershock overwhelms you.
“What’re you… mmfuck.. what’re you doin?” You slur tiredly.
“Looking at you.”
He says that it's a solid answer. You blink down at him, one eye at a time. Your whole body breaks out into tremors when it releases tension and brushes against your clit. You choke out a cry.
“‘s sensitive, Ken. Fuck, hnggh.”
It really was sensitive, too sensitive almost. Enough that it aches everywhere Draken touches you. Everything was overwhelming, even his warm breaths but you were still wired with lust. Your body was still aching for more, greedy and worked up after cumming twice already.
Draken has no plans of cutting you loose. Instead, you watch him with labored breath as he slides his fingers against your sensitive core before he sinks his middle finger into you with ease. He spits on it again, like it’s not messy enough and your whole mind starts to splinter when you feel his finger start to stretch you.
Draken is more often than not silent when he watches you, getting familiar with your cues. His eyes are fixated to how your walls grip down on to his middle finger, the greedy sensation as he so slowly pushes through. Draken doesn’t want to hurt you. Knows he could, not unaware of his size. But more than that, he’s fixated on you. Everything in him wants to claim your cunt for himself, wants you to crave him. He has this unspoken desire to make you all his, always.
And stretching your cunt out with his fingers is part of that. You feel yourself struggling to handle it. You’re so sensitive. Even just one thick finger is enough to remind you of it. When the first finger is knuckle deep, he curls it up. Drakens fingers are long, fit perfectly against your g-spot.
Your mouth drops open, shoulders shaking as he rubs against it easily. It’s not enough but the overwhelming, suffocating sensation makes your whole body reel. You need to cum again, but your body is craving so much more. All you can do is take it patiently, let Draken work you open with his middle finger.
“Gonna break you in half,” ― Draken hisses, eyes burning as he watches how you stretch around his fingers ― “Dick is gonna break you right in two.”
“Ken, fuck.”
“You’re gonna feel so good on my dick baby, I need you to stretch for me so I can give it to you.”
You cry out, feeling as Draken so carefully adds another finger. He’s so thick, even like this you can’t help but feel overwhelmed. Draken’s dick is so fucking big - you don’t know how you’re going to handle him when he fucks you. The thought alone has your spine arching, body flailing with desperation as he slips another finger inside. As he fucks you with them, stretches you wide on them - as far apart as he can.
And he fingerfucks you, just like that. Pumps his digits in and out of your sweet cunt with a guttural groan, the soft slick noise as he fucks them. You sound perfect when you cry out for him - even though you feel so fucking desperate for more. It feels good but you’re craving him. You want to be closer, wanna feel his body cage you in when he pounds you. It feels good but you need more. Want it even if it hurts.
“Draken, Draken, Draken - more.”
“Want my dick, baby? Are you ready for it?”
You could almost sob. It’s out of body, the desperation so apparent that you're sweating just from concentration. You’re so impossibly turned on, heating from the inside out - feverish with lust and aching with pure, vulgar need. You need him, need him, need him.
“Please, fuck me - I can’t take it, I can’t.” your voice shakes as you plead with him. You watch as Draken stands on his knees between your legs. Your eyes are almost teary, so Draken practically tears his shirt off before meeting your mouth in a kiss. He’s sating you, wants to tease you but he needs you just as bad.
“Fuck, mm - baby, I don’t have any condoms.” He warns. You kiss him again, needy.
“Don’t care.”
“Are you -”
“Ken, please just fuck me, please.”
He’s not in any headspace to deny you, so he doesn't bother. You moan into his mouth when you hear his jeans unzip, the noise taunting. The fabric of his pants rustles as he rushes to take his cock out. He shivers when the cold air hits it, and you peer down between the two of you to see it.
Your hands reach between your bodies, to squeeze it. You knew Draken was going to be big. But you couldn’t imagine him being so big. So impossibly big, his cock is fucking massive. It almost startles you, if you weren’t so horny it might. But so hazy, all you can do is stroke it with a whine fettering in the back of your throat.
“You’re so fucking big, Ken - holy shit, ‘s so big.” You cry out. He grits his teeth at the contact from just your hands, rutting against your hands.
“Hold your legs back for me, baby,” ― He instructs, watching as you guide your legs apart - legs in half as Draken spits onto your cunt for second time before spitting into his palm, getting himself slick ― “There you fucking go. Fuck yeah, just like that. Stay just like that.”
Both of you are so restless, the air fucking buzzing. Your eyes are glued to Draken, to his cock and how big and heavy it is. The tip is darker than the rest, but it’s thick and heavy, uncut and so fucking big. Draken slides it against your folds, his whole body shaking. Your lip is between your teeth, anticipation making you delirious.
Then you feel him. The tip of his massive cock, stretching your pussy out so impossibly. Everything in your head goes absolutely blank when you feel it. Your whole body reacts to it, when Draken curses loudly under your breath and you whimper with pure desire. The ache you’ve been feeling for what ages finally feels sated by Draken sinking his cock inside of you. Your walls clamp down desperately on him, around him. You can’t look away, chanting his name like some kind of prayer as he fucks the tip into you so slow.
“Holy fuck baby,” ― He grunts, forcing himself to slow down before he fucks into in one go ― “Holy fuck, your pussy is so fucking perfect. Fuck, fuck - you take me so fucking good. You feel so good, shit.”
“Draken, fuck - the whole thing, need it deeper.”
You grab desperately at his hips, and he’s startled by how forward you are. Your body gives out as his whole cock fucks into you. It feels like it’s in your womb, in your cervix how it breaches you. It’s so fucking deep. So deep it knocks in your lungs. You feel like the entire world is coming apart at the seams, your body shuddering before breaking out into hot flashes. It happens before you understand it, your spine arching impossibly as your pussy clamps down fucking tight around Drakens cock. The pain from the stretch is minimal, washed out from pure pleasure. Blinding, burning like a star falling from the sky.
“S-shit, did you just cum? From me putting it in?”
He doesn’t need an answer. He can feel it, feel you - feels your nails in his shoulders as you cum and cum and cum. You’re silent minus a few deep cries, an almost agonizing orgasm washing over you. Your pussy clamps down onto him like a vice, milks him for everything he’s worth. You’re breathing like you just ran a mile, sweat running down your temple and on your whole body in a thin sheet. You’re still so desperate as you cum but you cling to him.
“Fuck me, Ken. Give it to me, want it so fucking bad.”
“Shit, you’re gonna kill me.”
But Draken heeds your word. He grabs your knees and folds you up, letting his thighs press against yours. He pulls out, lets it smack against your clit before fucking the entire thing right back into you.
He fucks you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever want to do. He pistons you, his dick practically beating against your g-spot like a heavy drum. Draken has good rhythm, but his pace is brutal and unforgiving. He fucks you into the matress, so deep that every movement makes your body shake. All you can is lay there and take it, cry his name out even as your voice goes hoarse. Drakens fucks you with everything he has.
“Fuck you take me so good. Gonna cum so deep in you, fuck baby.”
His words all feel hazy in your mind. It still feels so fucking good, and Draken sets the pace so right. Knocks against your g-spot. You can’t fucking believe yourself, it doesn’t feel real until your voice chokes it out. It’s over when his thumb rubs harsh circles into your clit - something rips you two. Before your mind can even catch up - you’re throwing your head back and thrashing.
“C-cumming, cumming..!”
You’re not certain how much more of it you can handle, but Draken fucks you like you’ve just started. He takes a breather, briefly just to see how much you’ve cum around his cock.
“Wanna make you feel it deeper, get on your knees for me baby. Arch your spine up.”
He manhandles you into it, so easily like you weigh nothing. You press your cheek against his pillow, mouth drooling as Draken presses a hand on your spine pushing you down.
“Deep breath for me.” he instructs. You try your best to keep up with him, but your mind is melted. You take a deep breath, as much as you can - before you feel Drakens cock pushing into you again. It aches a little more this time, but Draken goes slower.
“Play with your clit for me, beautiful,” He murmurs. You snake a hand between your legs, twitching as you feel his cock inside of you again. Your fingers tremble from the stimulation, but you moan as you struggle. You keep twitching. Shaking every time you move. Draken is much more gentle, the pace forgiving because he doesn’t want to hurt you.
But you still feel it, and it’s so much more invasive like this. It hurts despite how stretched your cunt is, but when it feels good it feels so fucking good. Your mind is practically numb as you feel Drakens cock inside of you again, your pussy melding effortlessly around him. Feels like you were made for him, soft and sweet and tight. Perfect pussy, so pretty.
Draken eases himself before bending over you. His hands grip your hips, his whole chest pressing to your back as he shows his cock all the way inside. You whine from a mix of pain and pleasure. Draken eventually gets his hand around your hips, replaces your small fingers with his big ones. He rubs circles into your clit much better than you could.
You thought he was deep before, but this is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. It feels like it’s pressed into your gut, a permanent deep pressure, making your spine ache. Your pussy feels like it’s spread and stretch and so fucking full. You’re overwhelmed when Draken speaks.
His hand presses against your middle, your tummy - and he grunts as he eases the rest of his cock into you with a grunt.
“Feel how deep I am. Can you feel me in your stomach?”
“Ken, I can’t.”
“Promise you can, take a deep breath.”
You try your best, but it’s so hard to think when Draken’s cock feels like it’s in your throat. You fall forward and Draken laughs. He sheathes himself as deep as he can go, before taking your hands and placing them behind your back. He pushes you down with the weight of his body, grunting at how tight you get for him. Despite the position, all you can think about is Draken.
The rasp of his voice in your ear, his strong chest against your spine, hands gripping your hips rutting himself inside of you. The feeling is indescribable - your jaw aching from gasping and grunting as Draken starts to pound into you. The hearboad knocks onto the wall, the power of his thrusts sending you forward. Your knees are weak, Draken carefully snaking a hand onto your clit as he starts to fuck you again. Deeper, faster, harder.
“My favorite fucking girl.” He grunts, feeling his own release coming soon “Can you cum for me one more time? For me, please, baby.”
You can’t, you’re certain you’re not gonna be able to cum again so you whimper Drakens name. All you can do is take it, mind swimming. You’re so fucked out, pussy sensitive and aching - trembling from overstimulation. You swear you can’t, you won’t.
Until you do. Until Draken fucks into you just right, just deep enough and everything comes out of you. Your throat lets out a strangled noise, eyes going wide as something heavy handing hits you like a train. Your orgasms feel like a crash, like you’re falling. Your whole body gives in as an intense spike of pleasure shatters your mind completely. You cunt grips onto Draken so tight, he stops - catching his breath as you milk him with everything you have. Your thighs tremble, your entire body taut as you cum so hard you can’t breathe.
“F-fuck, baby, gonna fucking cum in you - shit!”
Drakens grip is bruising as he pumps you full of his cum, hot and thick and catching onto the deepest parts of you as he finishes with a guttural groan. He cums deep inside of you and your mind melts as he fills you completely. His cock feels so perfect, you reach back to keep him inside of him when he finishes - exhausted but not wanting him to pull out. You simply let him collapse onto you as your eyelids go heavy and he collapses on top of you.
“You know you’re my favorite right? That I love you?”
“I love you too, Ken.”
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You don’t remember much when you wake up the next day.
You remember the sex well, the fight too - but you don’t remember when you fell asleep. You’re sore when you wake up, sitting up. You’re in an oversized shirt, so big it must be even a little oversized on Draken. You’re naked, no panties and just a shirt over your body. You cover your face in your hands as your thighs are sore, groaning.
Draken is wearing joggers and a fitted white shirt as he leans against the doorframe. He gives you a wolfish grin, dark hairs framing his face - a rubber-band on his wrist.
“Morning little lady,” ― He says, smug ― “Did you have sweet dreams?”
You groan, too shy to look at him properly. You cover your face with your hands, shooing him as he approaches you.
“C’mere,” He gestures. You crawl towards him shyly, standing on your knees to be somewhat at face with him. You lean up a little, and he cranes his neck down to meet your lips. His hands dance against your waist with a warm grin as you kiss him, hands in his hair. He lets his nose brush against yours.
“I could get used to this,” he hums. You nip at his jaw with your teeth.
“You better.”
He laughs.
“Anything for you.”
Tokyo Revengers X Gakuen Babysitters!!!
draken babyyyy
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DRAKEN MASTERLIST
draken doing your hair
mikey and draken home settings w\ black!reader
reblogging this again because I loved it so much
SUMMARY. Y/N in still wrapped around her ex from twelve years ago, Ken Ryuguji, aka “Draken”. Keisuke Baji has been with her through thick and thin. She’ll have a choice to make. Her best friend, or her first love?
PAIRINGS. Keisuke Baji x Fem!Reader, Draken x Fem!Reader, Draken x Emma Sano
THEMES. Best friends to lovers, Love triangle, Oblivious pining, Crack, Angst, Slowburn
WARNINGS. Aged Up Characters, Language, mentions of violence, unrequited feelings, angst
STATUS. Completed
MASTERLIST.
It’s Not That Deep
Actually, It’s Your
Okay Sis Calm Down
Macarena Through The Anxiety
Idiot In Tin Foil
I Have a Plan
I Am A Clown
Code Red
Nani?
Shut Up Simp
*Whip Noises*
Everlong
Hanma’s Adventure
Drama King
I Ain’t Telling
Shut Up, Bitch
Forget It
The Sad Girls™
Money For Feet Pics
Drunk Lazer Tag
GNO
I Volunteer As Tribute
Les Acermen
Nope. Don’t Like That
Go Best Friend
Just Kiss Already
No More Excuses
(Mentally Screaming Inside)
I Win
All These Red Lights
Good News
The Audacity [Final]
EXTRAS.
Dank Meme Gallery
Baji as Howl Pendragon
Y/N'S SQUAD
DRAKEN'S SQUAD
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
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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.
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a/n: sigh. i'm not even going to apologize. this is me as a girlfriend. i laughed while writing this. let me know if you want me to do more characters, my inbox is open ;) tw: extremely suggestive (honestly smut at this point), language, minors dni tokyo rev masterlist
sano (mikey) manjiro the two of you were cuddling on the couch while watching a movie that you definitely weren't paying attention to. your eyes flickered from the screen to mikey's face. unfortunately, he didn't seem to notice or at least didn't care. with a little smirk playing on your face, you turned your eyes back to the movie screen. you pretended to be so engrossed in the movie that you couldn't look away - while also trying to reach across to mikey for some popcorn. of course, you were paying attention to movie and it was so dark.. so you ever so innocently brushed your hand against his cock instead. you bit your lip to hold in a laugh as you felt his member immediately react to your hand. his head whipped to your eyes and you did your absolute best to look nonreactive. you turned to him with your head tilted saying, "what?" he searched your face before shaking his head, muttering that it was nothing and turning his eyes back to the movie, though he shifted closer to you, placing an arm around your shoulder. you pressed your lips together to hide your smile and you once again reached over, grabbing some popcorn and eating it (so as not to appear suspicious). reaching over once more, you make a scene of groping around for the popcorn, "accidentally" once more rubbing and grabbing at his already hard dick. your quest to find the popcorn bucket was interrupted when mikey tossed the bowl on the floor and pushed you onto your back on the couch. his brows were furrowed as he searched your eyes, a scowl on his face. unable to hold it in any longer, you let out a little giggle that soon erupted into a fit of laughter. he let out a low groan, pulling your hands up above your head. "you think that's funny?" he rubbed his hardness against you, "just wait until i make you choke on my cock."
draken ryuuguji you walked into draken's shop with an new plan. it always took at least a half-hour of convincing in order to finally get him to stop working and close up shop. well... hopefully the same wouldn't be said about today. the bells on the door jingled alerting draken of your presence. you smirked at the double-take he took as you pranced in, walking in the tinniest fucking skirt he'd ever seen. if that wasn't enough, you hopped up on the counter and sat, your lace panties in clear view. you didn't even bother crossing your legs as his eyes widened, his gaze turning hazy with lust. he worked his jaw, contemplating something. but you weren't done yet. oh, no. it would take more than that to convince ryuuguji. he coughed, turning back to the bike he was working on muttering a soft "fuck" under his breath. the next thing you did had his gaze returning right back to you and this time, it remained there. while he was busy trying to ignore you, you unwrapped a lollipop and stuck it in your mouth. you rolled it around in your mouth before taking it out of your mouth with a loud pop. he turned his head slowly, deliberately, as your eyes once more met his. you made a show of swirling your tongue around the ball of candy, hollowing your cheeks out - just in case he didn't get the memo. in response, draken let out a feral growl, tossing his wrench on the floor and grabbing you by the wrist firmly. his breath was hot on your neck as he whispered, "i hope you don't regret this later." you shivered as you felt his words vibrate against the shell of your ear and you held back the urge to rub your legs together. his hands moved under your thighs, lifting you off the counter and throwing you over his shoulder. "be prepared to be unable to walk tomorrow."
baji keisuke baji was easy to rile up, and even easier to tease because of it. so, you took every opportunity you got to mess with him. it was baji's mistake in the first place to offer to have you sit on his lap because there wasn't enough spots in the car. but what could he say? he was a gentleman! his mom raised him right, ok? however, you noticed quickly that with every bump and swerve the car took baji let out a sharp grunt. at first, you thought that you were hurting him - that maybe you were too heavy. that was, until you felt something poking at your ass. he was.. aroused? with this new information, you began to squirm in your "seat". with every bump, you brushed your ass against his dick, feeling it twitch with every subtle movement you made. turning around, you realized his face was beet red - hot to the touch, it seemed. his breathing was ragged and uneven, coming out in puffs. you bit your lip, reversing your position and facing him entirely, rubbing your core against him in the process. you feigned worry, your eyebrows knitting together as you said, "are you okay keisuke?" he sucked in a breath, only able to manage a nod. whoever was driving, you couldn't remember at this point, hit the breaks. your chest pushed up against baji's and you could feel every single part of him - hot, burning. hissed, grabbing your hips harshly in his hands. "ya better not be doin' that on purpose... don't think i can control myself if ya are.." you smirked, leaning in close to his ear and whispered, "and what if i am, keisuke?" a stifled groan and two hands on your ass were your clear answer.
chifuyu matsuno you were showering when you heard chifuyu walk into the bathroom, most likely to brush his teeth or something before bed. you hummed in thought, thinking now would be the perfect opportunity to tease him a little bit. you heard his voice mutter, "sorry, just forgot my phone in here, i'll be out in a sec-" not letting him finish his sentence, you opened the shower door. you stood there all in your wet and naked glory while you held onto his wrist. with doe like eyes you stared up at him and said, "you're not gonna stay chi-chi?" his eyes grew so wide you thought they might pop out of his head. at the same time, a fiery red spread up from his neck, reaching past his ears. he cleared his throat at least four times, trying to regain control of his vocal chords, the poor boy. unable to hide your smile any longer, your face broke out in a wide grin, "just kidding 'fuyu!" you giggled, causing him to shake his head. "you'll be the death of me, you know that, right?"
kazutora hanemiya when you heard the familiar jingle of his earring, you knew that was your cue. it was a blistering hot, summer day and even with every fan in your apartment on full blast, the a/c cracked up and the doors open, you were sweating. you had purposefully been waiting to pull your little stunt until he arrived home and thankfully you didn't have to wait very long. he called your name throughout your apartment, searching for you. when he found you in your room, you made of show of "not noticing" his presence. you moaned, letting out a suffering sigh, "oh, it's just so hot in here..." without missing a beat, you crossed your arms at your stomach, slowly peeling your top off your body, leaving you in only your bra and the shortest shorts you owned. you heard a gasp at the entrance to your room, but you paid it no mind. you took your time unclasping your bra, letting your tits bounce free. a smirk played at your lips as you heard a little whimper from kazutora. fluffing your hair, you continued to your shorts, slowly unzipping them and pulling them down your supple legs, kicking them off, leaving you in your little panties. it was then, you decided, you'd take notice of his presence. it was quite the sight to behold. his cock was straining in his pants, you could see that clearly, along with his flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. his gaze roamed across your body, flitting from your tits to your thighs, your panties then your legs, then back to your face. god, he was already looking like he was drunk on you. you dared to walk closer, taking little steps until your bare breasts rested flush against his chest. "tora... are you okay?" he groaned, his gaze flitting away from you, embarrassed. when his eyes met yours again, there was a fire ignited in them. "i need to go take a cold shower... do you wanna join me?"
mitsuya takashi halfway through your conversation, you found his eyes flitting back and force between your eyes... and your lips. eyes. lips. eyes. lips. you almost felt bad for him, he was trying to listen, he was. but not bad enough to slowly lean in, looking at him with hazy eyes. he stopped talking mid-sentence, taking your cue to lean in. just as your lips were about to meet, you pulled away with a little laugh, looking at him with smiling, sparkling eyes. he let out a little indignant huff, "you're not playing fair," he said before he pulled you by the arm onto his lap as you let out a little shriek. he kissed you harshly, something rather uncharacteristic for mitsuya who was usually so soft, delicate and caring. it's what you deserve for pushing his buttons, though, because the next thing you knew, you were gasping for air and moaning into his mouth. before you could even catch your breath he pressed his lips back onto yours, pushing his tongue past your lips and down your throat. you whimpered, trying and failing to get more air as his brows knit, pushing his lips further onto you while his hands rubbed up and down your arms. just when you thought you might pass out, he released you, a trail of spit still following between your lips. his eyes were darker than normal and took on a sort of glow they usually lacked. the two of you heaved in great, big breaths as you took in each others expressions of delirious joy. he cradled your face in his hands, meeting your foreheads together as he said between breaths, "do that..to me... again... and i don't know... if i'll be able to... hold back.."
ran haitani who better to tease than the king of teasing? he has it coming, after all! if you're going to tease ran, it's better to go big or go home, right? so, you decided to innocently ask for his keys. as he was about to reach for them in his pocket, you decided to get them yourself. reaching into the sides of his pants, you oh-so-accidentally grabbed his cock and gave it a little yank. biting down a laugh you said, "oh, i don't think it's in this pocket" and moved over to the other side of his pants, where you found his keys, but not before making sure you brushed your hand against his dick again, just for good measure. you relished the fact that his hips bucked as you rummaged through his pants. just as you pulled your hand away, smiling as innocently as you could and saying a quick, "thanks!" his hands were on either of your wrists. "oh hell no, baby. there's no fuckin' way you didn't mean to do that." you made a show of turning your head to the side and saying, "what're you talkin' 'bout ran?" he practically growled as he slid his hand further up to intertwine your hand with his own and pulled it down to his crotch. "really? you're gonna pretend you didn't just feel up my cock just now?" you rose an eyebrow, shaking your head in confusion, still biting your lip to try to hold in your laugh. just as he scoffed in disbelief, you couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a loud bark of laughter. his eyes widened as a smirk grew on his face. taking your face in his hands, he spoke near a whisper, "trust me doll-face, ya won't be laughin' when i have ya cummin' on my dick."
Tokyo revengers reacting to you flirting with them♡.
Chrctrs: manjiro , draken , takemichi , chifuyu.
Warning: reader's gender isn't mentioned.
A/N: their kinda oc but i tried making it as accurate as psble😂.
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Manjiro sano(mikey);
Manjiro would most likely turn a blind eye , like he would definitely act dumb and pretend he doesn't notice the stumble hints.
You would compliment how strong and attractive it is continuously while blushing hard and he would just stare at you for a few seconds and go "thanks." And walk away with draken. But if you don't give up overtime he may start giving into it depending how good of a relationship you two have. Compliment him again and he'd say thank you and after a moment of he'd ask if you wanna go grab something to eat on his bike.
Ken Ryuguji(draken);
He would be suprised the first time you compliment him , raising his eyebrows slightly with a suspicicious look. He would be soo awkward , i think he'd be like : *clears throat* "thanks i guess.." and be completely silent after standing there or he'd walk somewhere else. Overtime he would get used to your continuous flirting and compliments , he'd even tease you a bit if he's close to you.
Takemichi hanagaki;
He'd be a blushing mess tbh , slurring over his words , his body stiffening up as he struggled to reply back.
He'd try to compliment you back only to end up embarrassing his self like; "y-you look good t-today .. I-I MEAN! Y-YOU LOOK G-GOOD EVERYDAY! N-NOT THAT I LOOK AT YOU EVERYDAY!." He'd probably trip while trying to fix his sentence.
Chifuyu matsuno;
He'd have a slight blush the first time you compliment him , caressing the back of head while he mutters a thanks y/n with a small smile.
After a while you still do compliment him I'd imagine him be like "you don't have to compliment me everyday stupid.." while trying to hide his blushing face looking away.
Hellooo, may I ask for how Tokyo revengers guys would be with a Bimbo reader??? :)
you sure can :)
Ken Ryuguji-
He's so sweet to you, he gets things are hard for you too understand. So, he'll never tease you about anything, always helping you with whatever you need. He takes his time with you, going step-by-step with the things you don't understand. Now, he does get a little irritated with you, but he never yells or gets visibly irritated with you. Always telling you too take a break, so that he can calm down, but he is very encouraging with you, praising you for the things you do get right, rewarding all your correct questions. You want a kiss baby? You'll have too figure out how too tie your own shoes. I genuinely don't think Ken minds this though, with him being around Mikey for long and having too do a lot for him, he's frown too take on a more caring role for you. Always taking care of you, cooking you food, tying your shoes, brushing your hair, footing you bills, anything you need just ask him and he'll take care of it, but he does want you too learn at least some sort of independence.
Keisuke Baji-
He's a mix of nice and mean about it. He understands not being smart in certain... aspects, but he'll still make fun of you for it. When you do get genuinely upset about it, your nose all leaky and red. He'll pull you to his chest and kiss your head, apologising, stating that he was joking and that he didn't know it would make you cry. He's soft most of the time after that, rubbing his thumbs over your swollen, sticky cheeks as he presses soft kisses on your lips. While he does tone the teasing comments down a bit, he's the only one that can tease you. He will- and has, gotten pissed when people tease you, whether it be in a playful way or not, it doesn't matter. He had gotten into a fight with a guy that thought it would be funny too call you stupid when you couldn't figure out a simple question. He had beaten the man so bad, that he has too be rushed to the ER before he took you out and got you ice cream.
Sanzu Haruchiyo-
This sick fuck loves you a bimbo, he loves it more then anything. You're so stupid, so willing too do anything he asks, whenever he asks. He fully uses this to his advantage, through and through. His innocent little princess is so stupid, huh? All he has too do is say jump and you do, you don't even ask how high, you just do. He's constantly so mean to you, making you cry, even though you cry over the smallest things possible, he still makes the comments stick and hurt. He's so manipulative, whenever he wants too fuck you and you're just.. not in the mood, he plays the "if you loved me, you would" card, and it works, every single time, without fail. Whenever he feels like you're not sucking his cock good enough, he'll take things into his own hands and he'll shove your head down his cock, making you choke on it, before he laughs in your face, as you cough up his pre and there's fat, salty tears dripping down your cheeks.
Hey so I have 2 requests for Draken if you don't mind 😅 So I was wondering how would Draken would react with a new S/O who hasn't initiated having sex with him yet, do you think he would ever make the first move? And my 2nd request is reader teasing Draken, by sitting on his lap, grinding on him making out with him, touching him all over and then randomly gets up and leaves and Draken has the urge to want to do more than that so he's left really unsatisfied, how would he react towards them?
Second request is under the cut.
I don't think Draken would mind you not initiating sex first, especially if you're the shy type and the topic of conversation makes you uncomfortable, or if it's because you're insecure about something and are scared too do something first in fear of embarrassing yourself or you don't really know too do, if you're a virgin. I do think he'd initiate first, but only when he figures out why you've never approached him with the want for sex. When he does come too whatever conclusion it may be, for the reason of you not initiating sex, he makes sure too shower you in compliments about that part of you. If it's, again, because you're a virgin, he'd make it a romantic night of sex so that you feel comfortable. He is definitely the type too talk you through it and he really appreciated communication, especially during sex. Now, it doesn't have too be consistent communication but he really likes too know that you're feeling good, because when you feel good, he feels good. So, yes, I do think he would make the first move if he needs too.
He'd be very frustrated with you, he'll let it go the first couple of times because he thinks maybe it was an accident and you weren't trying too get his dick hard but when he does figure out just what exactly it is you're doing, he'll quickly grow tired of this little game of yours. When he has you on his lap, clearly very sexually frustrated from the last couple of times of your teasing, and you start too pull back, he'll hold you there. He doesn't let you go anywhere until he finally fucks you, he's sick of your teasing and he needs a release and he doesn't care when you start saying that you were just playing, because he's not playing and he's done with you being a little brat. It's gonna be pretty rough sex at that with just how pent up you've gotten him, now, he won't hurt you but he will punish you because you can't just play with him like that and expect there too be no consequences for you. When he does finally have you under him, he'll give you a taste of your own medicine and he won't let you cum, at all, for the next couple of days. Sure, he'll play with you and bring you to the edge a multitude of times but he won't ever let you cum. Lets see just how much you like being toyed around with as he leaves you high and dry.
ᵀᴼᴷᵞᴼ ᴿᴱᵛ ᶜᴴᴬᴿᴬᶜᵀᴱᴿˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱᴵᴿ ᴸᴼᵛᴱ ᴸᴬᴺᴳᵁᴬᴳᴱˢ PART 1 :>
ᶜᴴᴬᴿᴬᶜᵀᴱᴿˢ- Mikey, Draken, Inui <33
💌ᴺᴼᵀᴱˢ- This idea was soo fun to do so this will be a multiple part kind of thing. Tysmmm @trixminx for writing this with me I had so much fun and can’t wait to start part 2 💕💕 (we did this on google docs and there are bloopers of us just being stupid yall lemme know if ya wanna see those too oke oke baiiii)
ᵂᴬᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳˢ- None loves 😫💕
Sano Manjiro (Mikey) ➤ Words of Affirmation
Mikey loves everything about you
You’re his home, his protector, the love and light of his life
He just can’t say it
He tries so hard as well </3
Probably has a plethora of nicknames and petnames for you which are the most unheard of like ‘my silk pillowcase’ or ‘ my lil lampshade’ 🥺
‘I think you look like a sexy motorcycle VROOM VROOM’
He tries to be cute and says ‘UwU no one else could come up with half the names I come up with sweets’ but gets mad when he hears Takamichi stole a name for Hina >:( Originality: lost.
Really appreciates a s/o who can communicate their feeling properly
Yall have a little self day talk every month on a Friday or Saturday with lots of snacks and good times after
He likes making his own little language with you even though it makes no sense to anyone but him.
Just tell him he’s pretty and special and how much you need him <3
Overall he cares so so much that there isn’t a normal way for him to say it, ‘A simple love you would be boring, right pretty’ -w-
Ryuguji Ken (Draken) ➤ Acts of Service
At his smol smol age this guy was taking care of mikey, all he knows is service -free up draken man 😔-
He likes to give, he’s a giver ok!!
Although he likes feeling appreciated and being with someone who tries just as much as he does
That’s his bread and butter 😌
It’s hard for him to express his feelings through words so why not use actions to show you his love ❤️
In truth it’s the small things that help nurture his infatuation with you tbh.
You offer to help out at the shop, run a bath for him when he’s tired or sick those lil domestic things UvU
‘Babe did you put my phone on charge before you left x?’
‘Yeah you fell asleep watching Netflix again xx’
Sometimes when both of you are way too tired your both still trying to help the other ‘ lemme make you something to eat real qui-‘ ‘no it’s fine I’m running you a bat-‘ ‘that’s kind and all but I’ve laid out the massage kit and al-‘ you too will keep going on till you both agree to jump in the bath and eat grapes.
Inui Seishu ➤ physical Touch/ Quality Time
Lil meow meow Inui ain’t the loudest in the bunch but you need to remember to give lil meow meow his daily kisses and hugs or he might wilt
This boy is so touched starved please 😫
He loves when you trace over his scar while giving little butterfly kisses and gush about how pretty he is ✨
Ideally a perfect Saturday night for you two is you hands in his hair, him laying in between your legs on tiktok
THIS BOY AIN'T SHY DON'T LET HIM FOOL YOU HE LIVES FOR DRAMA. LOVE AND HIPHOP, KEEPING UP WITH THE KARDASHIANS, RUPAUL YOU NAME IT, HE’LL BE THERE FACE MASK LAID AND ROBE WRAPPED
HE CAN GOSSIP FOR GOD ABOVE AND WILL RIP YOUR DOG AND SISTER APART
He is so easily influenced too sometimes when you come over when it gets quiet and he’s just doing something you’ll hear a lil ‘misssss vangieeee’ ‘MISSSSS VANGIEEEEE’ but he can and will deny it with his life 🌚
‘BABE OH MY GOD THEY SENT LAGANGA HOME HURRY’
‘NO SHE WAS THE HYPE OF THE SEASON!! PAUSE IT IM STILL PISSING’
He loves how he can be himself around you and he hopes you feel the same— spoiler alert you do <33
In the comfort of your home y’all are secretly talking about everyone and their mums it’s a real problem but it’s cute
Live, laugh and loving in heels all day you and lil meow meow try on drag looks on each other, no one said they were good but they were enough for you two
When you’ve been gone for so long and forget to give him his daily lil kiss and cuddle he’s hang around like a cat waiting for food, rolling around and sticking his head in your face until you realize what he wants
‘awww babe you just wanted a hug, why didn’t you say so ☺️’
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