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WARMER | RYUGUJI KEN

you cross your arms over your chest and shrink into yourself a little bit as another wave of goosebumps run down you, and you come to the aggravating revelation that your weather app is a liar.

“sure you’re good?” mitsuya asks beside you, chuckle lacing his voice, sending an amused glance in your direction as he averts his attention from the fight a few yards away.

“i’m fine,” you huff, frowning at the way your voice wavers and even more so when mitsuya just laughs again before turning his attention back forward. you try to follow his lead, focus on the way takemichi is punching some guy in the face. a weak attempt to ignore your shivers.

it wasn’t supposed to be cold today. sure, fall has started and the temperature is dropping, but when you checked the broadcast before coming it wasn’t supposed to be too bad. maybe chilly enough that you should’ve brought a light jacket, but warm enough that you would be fine without it.

it was supposed to be decent, not freezing.

there’s a few swings here, some half asses punches there, the occasional failed kick thrown in, and suddenly you’re too bored to use the little training match as a distraction to combat your dilemma. you shiver again, rubbing at your arms, and suddenly a figure comes into view on your left.

when you look up you’re met with the eyes of draken, blank expression save for the slight crease in his brow as he stares down at you. his bangs hang in his eyes, blowing slightly as a breeze drifts through.

“hey, kenny,” you smile, sheepishly you must admit, as you try to choke down the chattering of your teeth.

he looks at you a second longer, gaze burning all the way into your soul it feels like, before he turns his attention to the center of the makeshift fight ring that’s going on.

“dumbass,” he mumbles, low and deep, as he looks onward.

“rudeass,” you counter. a pout tugs at your lips and if your arms weren’t already crossed over your chest then this would be the perfect timing to do so.

“it’s not rude if it’s true.” and you want to punch him, take him out in that ring instead, because can’t he see you’re suffering enough here without his berating?

“that doesn’t even—whatever. besides i’m fine, so.”

“pfft yeah,” draken scoffs, turns his eyes down at you again as the edges of his lips quirk up into the faintest signs of a smirk. “shivering to death. totally fine.”

“i’m going to stab you,” you threaten, narrowing your eyes up at him, trying to seem as intimidating as possible with your glare.

then draken leans down, bends at the waist until he’s at your level, eyes never once leaving yours even as he gets closer, right in your little bubble. it feels static almost, and you can feel him without even needing to touch. his breath is warm as it fans across your face when he opens his mouth.

“get in line, sweetheart.”

and he grins now, completely open and oh so charming as mikey calls the fight and tells draken to show the boys how it’s really done. he slips the jacket from his shoulders and drapes it over yours before making his way towards the ring. he looks back to you, smug expression too attractive for his own good, cant of his lips a bit too cocky for your liking.

“and hey,” he calls, rolling his shoulders out as he steps one foot into the ring, “keep that warm for me, yeah?”

you roll your eyes at him, but even your annoyance can’t stamp down the smile that tugs the edges of your lips as fully bury yourself into draken’s jacket.

and maybe you do cheer as he sends the first punch to his opponent’s gut. and maybe you are just a tad bit too excited for practice regimen spars. and maybe you actually shush mitsuya as he tries to make a cheeky remark because you’re too focused on the blond kicking ass a few yards away from you.

none of that matters now though, because the shivering has stopped, the goosebumps are gone, and you’re warmer.

but you aren’t too sure that’s from the jacket.

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NOOOOOO FUCK NOOOOOOOOO NOT TODAY PLEASE NOT TODAY

MISTAKES ⛥ KEN RYUGUJI

Genre: Fluff & angst

Warning: Spoilers of the last arc of the manga

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In recess, your best friend is slurping her chocolate milk

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your mom sighs when you tell her that between sobs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—Yes!— fuck! he is happy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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god, lord, jesus of nazareth, please have some mercy

Ryuguji “Draken” Ken for @trash-writings

DEAR FUCKING LORD I CANT STAND THIS

[ 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 ] — 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍)

for @myakkun ‘s happily ever after & forevers collab

notes: pregnant! reader / afab! reader

draken hates the pregnancy pillow.

he hates it with a passion that burns throughout depths so deep, he’s unsure how he’s put up with it for so long. and by so long, it’s really only been a few days, but your bed doesn’t really allow much room for him with the giant pillow, therefore he’s stuck in the guest room.

and he hates it. he wants to hold you in his arms and feel your warmth, he wants to kiss your lips goodnight as your eyes close slowly, he wants to rub your belly and feel your baby kick, and he wants to fall asleep to your hushed voice as you murmur little secrets to him—but mostly, he really just wants to be there, just so he can make sure himself that you’re okay.

because that’s his job, and this is his family. his. he’s never had one—not like this anyway. it’s the homely kind where he gets to come to a house and listen to sock-clad feet run to him, the kind where saturdays are reserved for movies and dinners and evening strolls in the park. he’s always wanted one, and he’s so, so close to making it a reality. but the tiniest part of his brain in the far back corner whispers that it’s all too good to be true.

and he wants nothing more than for it to be true, and he wants to be there to watch over you so he can make sure of it, but the damned pillow coming in the way makes that a tad bit difficult.

“goodnight, kenny,” you murmur, settling into bed against the large cushion. “see you in the morning.” draken fights the urge to toss it out the window, lips curling into a tiny pout as he eyes the cramped bit of free space beside you.

“ah...i think...i think i’ll stay in here tonight,” he mumbles. “it’s cold in that room.” frowning, you tilt your head in confusion.

“cold? isn’t that room usually warmer than—”

“well, i hate it in there,” he blurts. and he almost kicks himself, instantly regretting the words when he sees the look on your face. you’re too good for this world, too good for him, too good to be staring at him with guilt in your eyes.

“do you want me to get rid of the pillow?” you ask quietly, and to his dismay, he hears you sniffle. panic sets in.

“n-no! baby, of course not. if it helps you sleep better, that’s all i care about. you’re carrying my baby, after all. don’t...don’t worry your pretty little head over—”

“why didn’t you tell me? now i feel awful,” you say with teary eyes. his own eyes widen, and he stares at you, unsure of how to fix what he’s started. your lips wobble slightly, and his composure cracks a little.

“‘s not on you, babe, i—”

“i’m...i’m the worst aren’t i?” you pout, voice cracking as you stare at him sadly, “just so selfish. you can’t sleep in our bed cause of me.” and he knows this isn’t really you speaking, he knows your emotions are a bit out of tune right now, but he can’t help but take even the smallest of your woes seriously.

“no,” he sighs. “no, of course not. you’re the best,” he says gently, sitting beside you and cupping your face with his large hand, rubbing over your cheek with his thumb. “you’re an angel. carrying our baby, lookin’ all pretty, still taking care of me when you should be relaxing” he murmurs. “you’re perfect.”

“best you ever had?” you sniffle hopefully. he chuckles, nodding.

“best of the best.”

“so that means you’ve had plenty before me, huh?” you raise a brow, and he sighs, preparing himself to stay calm as your mood shifts. but he thinks he likes you this way, pregnant and vulnerable and sometimes a little grouchy—because you’re pregnant and vulnerable and sometimes a little grouchy and his.

“i knew that i wanted to see you round and pregnant with my child the moment i laid eyes on you,” he nods with faux seriousness, “never felt that with anyone else.” you giggle, rolling your eyes, and even though he chuckles, he sags slightly in relief.

“that’s perverted ken,” you snort.

“no, it’s dedicated,” he grins. and his hand lays gently over your bump, robbing soft circles over it as he stares down admiringly.

draken’s never been soft. he’s rough around the edges, and sometimes he says things rather tersely, but he’s love. in its rawest form, he is love. it’s his nature to care, and the annoying texts he sends constantly to check if you’ve drunk enough water, and the stupid way his hand hovers over corners of tables when you approach even if you’re a few feet away, and the way he sleeps in the hellish empty little guest room just so you can be comfortable are all ways he proves that through and through, draken is love.

he’s your love, and he loves you.

“would you like to spend the night in here? with me?” you ask.

“i think you mean us,” he corrects. “my little man is here too,” he leans down, pressing a delicate kiss to your belly.

“it could be your little girl,” you point out with a roll of your eyes. “but fine, would you like to join us in bed tonight?”

“what about your pillow? ya don’t need it?” he asks hesitantly. you shake your head, smiling gently as you sit up and set it down on the floor.

“not if you hold me,” you murmur.

“well, if you insist,” he hums happily, instantly crawling into bed beside you, “could never deny you.” you roll your eyes, chuckling quietly, and he chuckles too. and soon, you’re both laughing in synch—happy and together and ready for the grueling realities of parenthood. he holds you in his arms, kisses your lips, and rubs a hand over your belly to feel your baby kick, ready to fall asleep to your hushed voice as you murmur little secrets to him—just like he’s been wanting to. “and by the way, i’m definitely having a little man.”

a/n: i am two hours late to submitting BUT technically this is my second submission, and my first was the first in the whole collab

Tokyo Revengers X Gakuen Babysitters!!!

draken babyyyy

it's great to see you finally having the same height as the othe-

Art Credit: Choyuchi Art (Facebook)

Note: I've already asked the artist for permission before reposting their art. If anyone wants to repost their art, pls pls pls ask for their permission first!!!

Happy Birthday Mr. Vice President

Characters: Draken x fem!reader, friends to lovers kinda thing

Summary: You've gotten your best friend the best gift ever for his birthday. And he wants to say thank you.

Tw: smut, pet names, teasing(ish), female reader, choking, cheesey shit, idk. Not beta read, this is whatchya get idk I wrote this in a few hours

NSFW!!! Minors/Ageless/Blank Blogs DNI! You can not copy or translate any of my works. Character belongs to Ken Wakui. Banner credit to @benkeibear

"I have one last gift for you."

You smile deviously as you turn your head to the large figure glaring out the window with his arms crossed in your small car. Your plan was finally coming together. Bring the birthday boy out for a full day, spoiling him to death, until you give him the greatest gift of all time.

You've been plotting this for months, rubbing your little paws together with excitement when the gift arrived at your front door just a week ago. 

The street lights are just coming on as you pull up in front of a store.

"Y/N, my shop? Why are we here?" The dark haired man turns to you in confusion before stepping out of your small car. You giggle at the sight. The two of you approached the store that was still lit despite the large closed sign hanging on the door.

"Why are the lights on if we're closed? I thought Inui had the day off?" The questions kept rolling as you wrote out a message on your phone with one hand and waved the other dismissively.

"Don't worry about it. I got this all sorted out, pal." You grin up at your best friend as you hit the send button on a text. A few moments later, a very excited Inui rushes to the front door. He appears tired but is holding back a small smirk at his boss.

"Come on in. I was just leaving. I'll leave it to you, Y/N." He smiles at you with a wink before turning to his boss. "And happy birthday, man. It was good to see ya." He pats him on the shoulder as he leaves.

"Thank you, Inupi!" You shout to him as the door falls closed. Spinning on your heel, you cannot contain the huge smile plastered on your fave when your eyes meet a bemused Draken.

He says your name with a sigh. "I don't know what you're planning. But you've done enough for me today. You hiding my wallet was bad enough. I know it's my birthday, but I hope you didn't do anything crazy." He raises his brows in a pointed look. He's worried you've hung out with Mikey too often and it's rubbing off on you. He's appreciative of what you've done. But feels guilty.

"It's your birthday. You deserve it. And you deserve to be taken care of sometimes too, ya know." You raised your brow to him with a small pout, turning to lead the way to the next room. Completely oblivious to Drakens wide eyes at your comment. And a slightly pink hue on his ears.

The two of you enter the dimly lit office at the end of the hall. There, left wrapped neatly with a bow, sat the greatest present of all time. Sitting on Drakens desk just for him. You threw your arms out to present it. With a happy "Ta-dah!" Smiling brighter than ever.

He chuckles softly as he picks up the gift. Shaking it slightly with a smile. It felt light in his hands as he began to tear off the bright pink wrapping paper. Once he caught a glimpse of the package, his smile dropped. He quickly places the box back on his desk almost as if it burned him.

"No…" he shakes his head, seemingly in denial. "No… you didn't… this isn't-" his wide eye dart between your nodding and grinning face before he begins to tear the box open As quickly as he could. He realizes why it was so light, the box was empty.

It was adorable to see his eyebrows pinching together as his lips parted in questioning, once again looking to you. You've been waiting all night to say this to him.

"It's outside. Inui-"

Before you could finish, Drakens face brightened in excitement. You nearly fell on your ass at how quickly this man turned to run out of the room. Your laugh echoed behind him as he threw open the back door to his shop.

And there in all its beauty was his old Kawasaki Zephyr 400. Sitting pretty a bow on its handle that matched the one on the box. He smiled and chuckled to himself as he inspected it. Freshly cleaned and waxed, detailed beautifully for him. The new part that you ordered was already installed and ready to go.

He had been searching for that part for nearly three years, bike unable to work without it. Giving up when he wasn't able to find the exact one to fit his beloved first bike. 

He turned to you as you came out of the back door with a shit eating grin. He said your name incredulously. "How did you find it? I can't believe- how did you- just… ah!" He was at a loss for words, throwing his hand in his dark hair for a moment. 

"I found it from a collector." You glanced back at his motorcycle fondly. "I know how much you love that old thing. It was your baby back in high school." Your eyes met his and for a moment,  you felt shy under his gaze. He was looking at you so intensely that you suddenly felt a pang of anxiety.

"U-uh I had Inui install it. It should be working flawlessly now. You should start it up." You give a smile that slowly drops as he draws himself closer.

"C'mere." He doesn't give you a choice before he pulls you into a hug. You can't stop the small sigh that comes out. Draken gives the best hugs, his size envelops you and makes you feel so warm and comfortable. Like home.

He pulls back after a moment and blinks, his hands never leaving your arms. You could have sworn his eyes were glossy for a moment.

"Nobody has ever done something like this for me before. You planned a whole day together and give me this?" He nods his head back. "It means a lot to me."

"Of course." You say, locking eyes with him and noticed the familiar feeling of butterflies in your stomach that you get every time you're with him. "Happy birthday, Ken." 

He seems lost for a moment as he studies your face closely, almost as if he's looking for something. You didn't realize how close he had gotten until his nose brushed up against yours and he softly says your name.

"Thank you." His deep voice breathes before his lips touch your own. Hesitant at first before pushing against yours passionately. 

Heat rises to your face as your heart squeezes in surprise. After all this time, you felt a shock to your system. You couldn’t believe that he was kissing you. It's like a dream come true. It's all you've ever wanted. To take care of Draken, spoil him, laugh with him, and love him.

Your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. Smiling into the kiss he pulls away just enough to speak. "I-I'm sorry. I was just really excited and-" 

"Why are you sorry? If I didn't want you to kiss me, I wouldn't have let you." You smirk as a small smile grows on his lips. You couldn't help but glance at them as your heart tries its best to slow down. "You… could kiss me again. If you want."

It was all he needed to hear. Drakens large hands cup both sides of your jaw as he brings you close for another dizzying kiss. Your heart was going insane while you tug at the collar of his jacket to bring him in close. The kiss turns from passionately sweet to hot and heavy quicker than you anticipated. 

It felt like a fever dream. His hands slid down to your hips and began to guide you backwards. You accidentally made a soft groan when your back made contact with the building. Which unsurprisingly made the mood turn quickly. Draken pinned himself against you as his tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting you for the first time.

Neither of you could deny how badly you both wanted this. Having waited years for the right moment to confess. Never sure of the others feelings and never wanting to ruin your friendship. But now, Draken was able to see just how much you cared for him. And while he has the chance, he can't let this opportunity escape him.

Your hands inched down his muscular arms to his chest as his own began to travel around your body. His large hands left trails of fire in their wake. Calloused fingers danced near the hem of your shorts as he pulled your leg up to wrap around him.

"Wrap your arms around my neck." He pants between kisses and you comply. A small sound of surprise leaves you as he effortlessly lifts you up higher and pins his hips against yours. His growing hard on being pressed into your sex. Leaving your brain scrambling to keep up.

Breaking the kiss, he begins to trail open mouth kisses down your neck. Nipping at a few sensitive spots as he goes. Another small moan slips out and Draken pauses for a moment.

"God. I've wanted to hear that for years." He sighs into the crook of your neck. He pulls away to look at you. "Inside or outside?" He sounded as if he was restraining himself. His dark eyes were lidded as they danced between your eyes and your kiss swollen lips.

"I don't unde-"

"Can I have you here? Outside. Or would you rather be inside?" He interrupts, his large body looming over yours. 

You didn’t expect him to be so forward. You felt yourself throbbing at his words. The shock of having the man you've been longing for want you back turning into deep desire.

"Inside." Is all you had to say before he's throwing you over his shoulder without hesitating. "Ah! Ken!" You squeal as he slaps your ass walking down the hallway.

"Keep sayin' my name, doll. You're gonna scream it later." He grins, kicking open the door to his office and sweeping everything off his desk. He places you down on the hardwood, trapping you between his arms as he hovers over you. "It's my birthday and I'm finally getting the gift I've always wanted." He smirks as he leans in.

Your face flushes heavily at his words, unable to find any of your own. His mouth finds yours again. You felt like your body was burning as his hands gripped your hips. His fingers slipped under the waistband and tugged, silently asking for permission. You lifted your hips as he slipped off your shorts. 

You both shed your shirts and as you tugged off your bra for him, his eyes devoured your body. Draken tried everything he could to not openly gawk at you. You were so beautiful and you were his. Hands sliding over your chest, flicking over your hardening nipples. His soft lips reconnect with your neck as you move your head to offer more room. Your chest heaves as he sucks and bites as your throat. Both of your hands wander, discovering each other under your fingertips.

A soft gasp leaves your throat when Draken finds a particularly sensitive spot just at the base of your neck. 

"Ken. Please."

You won't have to ask him twice. He trails kisses down to your breasts, sucking and nipping one nipple as the other is twisted and pinched softly. His free hand travels to your panties, pleased to find them soaked. He uses a finger to part the thin fabric and glides through your folds. You grip the edge of the desk and watch as he touches you.

"Fuck. This wet already, huh? All for me?" He hisses, bringing his slick coated fingers up for you to see. You felt hazy as he brought them closer to your lips. "Suck."

It wasn't a question as you took two of his long fingers into your mouth. Tongue swirling around the digits to clean up every drop of your sweet essence. He watched on with his jaw slightly slack.

Draken pulled his hand away hearing a soft 'pop' come from your lips. "Thatta girl." He smiles as he begins to tease your entrance. Dipping his fingers in before pulling away.

"Gonna need to use that pretty mouth of yours another time. Right now, I'm gonna play with my new present." He gives a crooked smile that grows wider hearing you gasp as he slips a finger inside. He slowly pumps into your tight heat before adding another. 

If you know anything after being friends with this man for this long. It's that he is always attentive.

Draken watches your expression as he fingers you, loving the way you squirm underneath him and try to suppress your moans. He thinks it's adorable that you're holding back, knowing he's doing the same. Yet he doesn't think he can wait much longer to have you. He pulls out and brings his lips to yours, snickering when you whine at him.

"I need to feel you now." He bites at your lip when pulling away.

"Excited or something, birthday boy?" You tease as he takes a step back to take off his belt. He brings his tongue to his cheek as he looks you up and down like a meal.

"That's right, Princess."

He unbuckles his jeans and slides them down along with his boxers, gripping his dark pink and leaky cock lazily. Your eyes widened, not in surprise. But with concern.

"S'bigger than I thought." You breathe out whilst licking your lips. Draken pumps himself a few times, precum dripping down his length.

"You can take it, right?" He drags his heavy cock up and down your slit, soaking in your juices. Neither of you could wait much longer. He prods at your entrance and pauses.

"Is this okay?"

Your heart stutters at how despite how far along in this you two are right now, he still thinks about your comfort. His eyes look to yours for reassurance. You spread yourself more for him.

"Yes. All I want you, Ken."

He smiles and kisses you sweetly, pouring his affection for you as much as he can into that kiss then gently pressing himself into you. He sucks in a breath as you bite your lip at the stretch.

"Ah fuck." "Oh god."

 You both groan in sync as he gently rocks a little, easing himself into your warmth. He's filling you up deliciously, despite the slight burning stretch. You throw your head back and moan his name.

"Ngh- I'm going to ruin you." He gasps as he bottoms out. You tremble at his words, enraptured by him. When your lips reconnect you can feel the electricity in the air. You have never once felt this way with any other person. You could only describe it as an addiction. Needing more of him, needing him to fuck you as hard as he can, and needing to show him how much you love him while he fucks you stupid.

"A-ah~" you cry out with each stroke, feeling every inch of his length filling you to the brim.

"God, fuck, you feel so good."

The room seemed to get dark around the edges and all you can see is him. Your mind is solely focused on the man you've always dreams of was fucking you on his work desk. He brought your legs around his waist so he could drill into you deeper. Your eyes traveled from his perfect lips to his muscular arms. His built frame worked with ease, gasping as you sucked him in. He leaned over you, gasping as he thrust into you harder.

"God, this pussy was made for me. I swear." He groans.

His expressions were something out of a movie. He was truly the most beautiful person you have ever met. His dark hair began to stick to his face from exertion. You found stability by gripping his shoulders, each thrust knocking the table against the wall. His thick cock filled you up perfectly and his name fell from your lips like a chant.

"Lemme try somethin'." Panting he slows down and pulls out. The sudden emptiness was apparent and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He laughs as he pulls you to your feet and spinning you so your back was to him

"Don't worry." He cups the back of your neck and pushes you forward, laying your chest across his desk. "I'm not done yet."

The moan you let out when he reenters you sounded borderline pornographic. Draken grabs you by the shoulder to arch your back for him. He pumps himself in and out of you slowly yet hard. Grinding himself against your sweet spot with every move of his hips and as deep as he can reach. Each thrust pushes you further against the desk. You place your palms against the wall, ripping a piece of paper that was taped to it.

"Fuck! Ken!" Your moans turned into screams as he pounds into you quicker. He slaps your ass then brings a hand into your hair, yanking it to bring your back flush against his chest.

"So you did have the best gift for me, huh darlin'?" His voice breathlessly asks in your ear, groaning at the sound of you wailing when he grinds against your sweet spot. "This pretty pussy is all mine now, right? You're mine?"

Your head lolls against his shoulder with a nod, your orgasm is approaching faster with each thrust. Only to have him slow down his pace.

"I didn't hear you, sweetheart." Draken pushes you forward and flat against the desk again, fucking you slow. Slapping your ass again and smiling as it jiggles and you whine.

"M'yours! It's all yours, Ken-ah!" Your declaration was rewarded as his thrusts go harder than before. He grabs your throat and squeezes the sides gently. 

"That's right, angel. You're all mine." He grins as your eyes roll back. You're seeing stars and the knot in your stomach is on the verge of snapping. He takes his free hand to toy with your nipple. "Gonna cum for me?" 

All you could do is let out small gasps and wails. His cock twitched at the sight, the fucked out expression on your face brought him close to the edge himself.

"I want you to cum on my dick. Lemme see you cum, Princess." He moans, the hottest sound you've ever heard in your life. He squeezes his hand around your throat a little harder. Your vision blurs as the edges until all you see is white. You cried out his name as he let go, legs shaking as you came hard.

He rides you through your orgasm, hips stuttering against yours when he groans your name. He pumped his cum inside you, filling you as much as he can before collapsing on top of you.

The two of you take a moment to catch your breaths, panting as your sweaty bodies remained connected. Draken is the first to move, pulling out and stepping away to find something to help clean you up.

He sheepishly hands you some napkins as he runs a hand through his hair. "Sorry. It's all we got."

You huff a laugh and take them, putting your clothes on together in silence. You are at a loss for words. Everything is different now. You got fucked by your best friend. Where do you even begin?

"Hey." Your heart soared as Draken gives you a small kiss on your temple. He takes a step back and grins in front of you. "Let's go for a ride on the second greatest birthday gift, yeah?"

Happy Birthday Mr. Vice President

Characters: Draken x fem!reader, friends to lovers kinda thing

Summary: You've gotten your best friend the best gift ever for his birthday. And he wants to say thank you.

Tw: smut, pet names, teasing(ish), female reader, choking, cheesey shit, idk. Not beta read, this is whatchya get idk I wrote this in a few hours

NSFW!!! Minors/Ageless/Blank Blogs DNI! You can not copy or translate any of my works. Character belongs to Ken Wakui. Banner credit to @benkeibear

"I have one last gift for you."

You smile deviously as you turn your head to the large figure glaring out the window with his arms crossed in your small car. Your plan was finally coming together. Bring the birthday boy out for a full day, spoiling him to death, until you give him the greatest gift of all time.

You've been plotting this for months, rubbing your little paws together with excitement when the gift arrived at your front door just a week ago. 

The street lights are just coming on as you pull up in front of a store.

"Y/N, my shop? Why are we here?" The dark haired man turns to you in confusion before stepping out of your small car. You giggle at the sight. The two of you approached the store that was still lit despite the large closed sign hanging on the door.

"Why are the lights on if we're closed? I thought Inui had the day off?" The questions kept rolling as you wrote out a message on your phone with one hand and waved the other dismissively.

"Don't worry about it. I got this all sorted out, pal." You grin up at your best friend as you hit the send button on a text. A few moments later, a very excited Inui rushes to the front door. He appears tired but is holding back a small smirk at his boss.

"Come on in. I was just leaving. I'll leave it to you, Y/N." He smiles at you with a wink before turning to his boss. "And happy birthday, man. It was good to see ya." He pats him on the shoulder as he leaves.

"Thank you, Inupi!" You shout to him as the door falls closed. Spinning on your heel, you cannot contain the huge smile plastered on your fave when your eyes meet a bemused Draken.

He says your name with a sigh. "I don't know what you're planning. But you've done enough for me today. You hiding my wallet was bad enough. I know it's my birthday, but I hope you didn't do anything crazy." He raises his brows in a pointed look. He's worried you've hung out with Mikey too often and it's rubbing off on you. He's appreciative of what you've done. But feels guilty.

"It's your birthday. You deserve it. And you deserve to be taken care of sometimes too, ya know." You raised your brow to him with a small pout, turning to lead the way to the next room. Completely oblivious to Drakens wide eyes at your comment. And a slightly pink hue on his ears.

The two of you enter the dimly lit office at the end of the hall. There, left wrapped neatly with a bow, sat the greatest present of all time. Sitting on Drakens desk just for him. You threw your arms out to present it. With a happy "Ta-dah!" Smiling brighter than ever.

He chuckles softly as he picks up the gift. Shaking it slightly with a smile. It felt light in his hands as he began to tear off the bright pink wrapping paper. Once he caught a glimpse of the package, his smile dropped. He quickly places the box back on his desk almost as if it burned him.

"No…" he shakes his head, seemingly in denial. "No… you didn't… this isn't-" his wide eye dart between your nodding and grinning face before he begins to tear the box open As quickly as he could. He realizes why it was so light, the box was empty.

It was adorable to see his eyebrows pinching together as his lips parted in questioning, once again looking to you. You've been waiting all night to say this to him.

"It's outside. Inui-"

Before you could finish, Drakens face brightened in excitement. You nearly fell on your ass at how quickly this man turned to run out of the room. Your laugh echoed behind him as he threw open the back door to his shop.

And there in all its beauty was his old Kawasaki Zephyr 400. Sitting pretty a bow on its handle that matched the one on the box. He smiled and chuckled to himself as he inspected it. Freshly cleaned and waxed, detailed beautifully for him. The new part that you ordered was already installed and ready to go.

He had been searching for that part for nearly three years, bike unable to work without it. Giving up when he wasn't able to find the exact one to fit his beloved first bike. 

He turned to you as you came out of the back door with a shit eating grin. He said your name incredulously. "How did you find it? I can't believe- how did you- just… ah!" He was at a loss for words, throwing his hand in his dark hair for a moment. 

"I found it from a collector." You glanced back at his motorcycle fondly. "I know how much you love that old thing. It was your baby back in high school." Your eyes met his and for a moment,  you felt shy under his gaze. He was looking at you so intensely that you suddenly felt a pang of anxiety.

"U-uh I had Inui install it. It should be working flawlessly now. You should start it up." You give a smile that slowly drops as he draws himself closer.

"C'mere." He doesn't give you a choice before he pulls you into a hug. You can't stop the small sigh that comes out. Draken gives the best hugs, his size envelops you and makes you feel so warm and comfortable. Like home.

He pulls back after a moment and blinks, his hands never leaving your arms. You could have sworn his eyes were glossy for a moment.

"Nobody has ever done something like this for me before. You planned a whole day together and give me this?" He nods his head back. "It means a lot to me."

"Of course." You say, locking eyes with him and noticed the familiar feeling of butterflies in your stomach that you get every time you're with him. "Happy birthday, Ken." 

He seems lost for a moment as he studies your face closely, almost as if he's looking for something. You didn't realize how close he had gotten until his nose brushed up against yours and he softly says your name.

"Thank you." His deep voice breathes before his lips touch your own. Hesitant at first before pushing against yours passionately. 

Heat rises to your face as your heart squeezes in surprise. After all this time, you felt a shock to your system. You couldn’t believe that he was kissing you. It's like a dream come true. It's all you've ever wanted. To take care of Draken, spoil him, laugh with him, and love him.

Your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. Smiling into the kiss he pulls away just enough to speak. "I-I'm sorry. I was just really excited and-" 

"Why are you sorry? If I didn't want you to kiss me, I wouldn't have let you." You smirk as a small smile grows on his lips. You couldn't help but glance at them as your heart tries its best to slow down. "You… could kiss me again. If you want."

It was all he needed to hear. Drakens large hands cup both sides of your jaw as he brings you close for another dizzying kiss. Your heart was going insane while you tug at the collar of his jacket to bring him in close. The kiss turns from passionately sweet to hot and heavy quicker than you anticipated. 

It felt like a fever dream. His hands slid down to your hips and began to guide you backwards. You accidentally made a soft groan when your back made contact with the building. Which unsurprisingly made the mood turn quickly. Draken pinned himself against you as his tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting you for the first time.

Neither of you could deny how badly you both wanted this. Having waited years for the right moment to confess. Never sure of the others feelings and never wanting to ruin your friendship. But now, Draken was able to see just how much you cared for him. And while he has the chance, he can't let this opportunity escape him.

Your hands inched down his muscular arms to his chest as his own began to travel around your body. His large hands left trails of fire in their wake. Calloused fingers danced near the hem of your shorts as he pulled your leg up to wrap around him.

"Wrap your arms around my neck." He pants between kisses and you comply. A small sound of surprise leaves you as he effortlessly lifts you up higher and pins his hips against yours. His growing hard on being pressed into your sex. Leaving your brain scrambling to keep up.

Breaking the kiss, he begins to trail open mouth kisses down your neck. Nipping at a few sensitive spots as he goes. Another small moan slips out and Draken pauses for a moment.

"God. I've wanted to hear that for years." He sighs into the crook of your neck. He pulls away to look at you. "Inside or outside?" He sounded as if he was restraining himself. His dark eyes were lidded as they danced between your eyes and your kiss swollen lips.

"I don't unde-"

"Can I have you here? Outside. Or would you rather be inside?" He interrupts, his large body looming over yours. 

You didn’t expect him to be so forward. You felt yourself throbbing at his words. The shock of having the man you've been longing for want you back turning into deep desire.

"Inside." Is all you had to say before he's throwing you over his shoulder without hesitating. "Ah! Ken!" You squeal as he slaps your ass walking down the hallway.

"Keep sayin' my name, doll. You're gonna scream it later." He grins, kicking open the door to his office and sweeping everything off his desk. He places you down on the hardwood, trapping you between his arms as he hovers over you. "It's my birthday and I'm finally getting the gift I've always wanted." He smirks as he leans in.

Your face flushes heavily at his words, unable to find any of your own. His mouth finds yours again. You felt like your body was burning as his hands gripped your hips. His fingers slipped under the waistband and tugged, silently asking for permission. You lifted your hips as he slipped off your shorts. 

You both shed your shirts and as you tugged off your bra for him, his eyes devoured your body. Draken tried everything he could to not openly gawk at you. You were so beautiful and you were his. Hands sliding over your chest, flicking over your hardening nipples. His soft lips reconnect with your neck as you move your head to offer more room. Your chest heaves as he sucks and bites as your throat. Both of your hands wander, discovering each other under your fingertips.

A soft gasp leaves your throat when Draken finds a particularly sensitive spot just at the base of your neck. 

"Ken. Please."

You won't have to ask him twice. He trails kisses down to your breasts, sucking and nipping one nipple as the other is twisted and pinched softly. His free hand travels to your panties, pleased to find them soaked. He uses a finger to part the thin fabric and glides through your folds. You grip the edge of the desk and watch as he touches you.

"Fuck. This wet already, huh? All for me?" He hisses, bringing his slick coated fingers up for you to see. You felt hazy as he brought them closer to your lips. "Suck."

It wasn't a question as you took two of his long fingers into your mouth. Tongue swirling around the digits to clean up every drop of your sweet essence. He watched on with his jaw slightly slack.

Draken pulled his hand away hearing a soft 'pop' come from your lips. "Thatta girl." He smiles as he begins to tease your entrance. Dipping his fingers in before pulling away.

"Gonna need to use that pretty mouth of yours another time. Right now, I'm gonna play with my new present." He gives a crooked smile that grows wider hearing you gasp as he slips a finger inside. He slowly pumps into your tight heat before adding another. 

If you know anything after being friends with this man for this long. It's that he is always attentive.

Draken watches your expression as he fingers you, loving the way you squirm underneath him and try to suppress your moans. He thinks it's adorable that you're holding back, knowing he's doing the same. Yet he doesn't think he can wait much longer to have you. He pulls out and brings his lips to yours, snickering when you whine at him.

"I need to feel you now." He bites at your lip when pulling away.

"Excited or something, birthday boy?" You tease as he takes a step back to take off his belt. He brings his tongue to his cheek as he looks you up and down like a meal.

"That's right, Princess."

He unbuckles his jeans and slides them down along with his boxers, gripping his dark pink and leaky cock lazily. Your eyes widened, not in surprise. But with concern.

"S'bigger than I thought." You breathe out whilst licking your lips. Draken pumps himself a few times, precum dripping down his length.

"You can take it, right?" He drags his heavy cock up and down your slit, soaking in your juices. Neither of you could wait much longer. He prods at your entrance and pauses.

"Is this okay?"

Your heart stutters at how despite how far along in this you two are right now, he still thinks about your comfort. His eyes look to yours for reassurance. You spread yourself more for him.

"Yes. All I want you, Ken."

He smiles and kisses you sweetly, pouring his affection for you as much as he can into that kiss then gently pressing himself into you. He sucks in a breath as you bite your lip at the stretch.

"Ah fuck." "Oh god."

 You both groan in sync as he gently rocks a little, easing himself into your warmth. He's filling you up deliciously, despite the slight burning stretch. You throw your head back and moan his name.

"Ngh- I'm going to ruin you." He gasps as he bottoms out. You tremble at his words, enraptured by him. When your lips reconnect you can feel the electricity in the air. You have never once felt this way with any other person. You could only describe it as an addiction. Needing more of him, needing him to fuck you as hard as he can, and needing to show him how much you love him while he fucks you stupid.

"A-ah~" you cry out with each stroke, feeling every inch of his length filling you to the brim.

"God, fuck, you feel so good."

The room seemed to get dark around the edges and all you can see is him. Your mind is solely focused on the man you've always dreams of was fucking you on his work desk. He brought your legs around his waist so he could drill into you deeper. Your eyes traveled from his perfect lips to his muscular arms. His built frame worked with ease, gasping as you sucked him in. He leaned over you, gasping as he thrust into you harder.

"God, this pussy was made for me. I swear." He groans.

His expressions were something out of a movie. He was truly the most beautiful person you have ever met. His dark hair began to stick to his face from exertion. You found stability by gripping his shoulders, each thrust knocking the table against the wall. His thick cock filled you up perfectly and his name fell from your lips like a chant.

"Lemme try somethin'." Panting he slows down and pulls out. The sudden emptiness was apparent and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He laughs as he pulls you to your feet and spinning you so your back was to him

"Don't worry." He cups the back of your neck and pushes you forward, laying your chest across his desk. "I'm not done yet."

The moan you let out when he reenters you sounded borderline pornographic. Draken grabs you by the shoulder to arch your back for him. He pumps himself in and out of you slowly yet hard. Grinding himself against your sweet spot with every move of his hips and as deep as he can reach. Each thrust pushes you further against the desk. You place your palms against the wall, ripping a piece of paper that was taped to it.

"Fuck! Ken!" Your moans turned into screams as he pounds into you quicker. He slaps your ass then brings a hand into your hair, yanking it to bring your back flush against his chest.

"So you did have the best gift for me, huh darlin'?" His voice breathlessly asks in your ear, groaning at the sound of you wailing when he grinds against your sweet spot. "This pretty pussy is all mine now, right? You're mine?"

Your head lolls against his shoulder with a nod, your orgasm is approaching faster with each thrust. Only to have him slow down his pace.

"I didn't hear you, sweetheart." Draken pushes you forward and flat against the desk again, fucking you slow. Slapping your ass again and smiling as it jiggles and you whine.

"M'yours! It's all yours, Ken-ah!" Your declaration was rewarded as his thrusts go harder than before. He grabs your throat and squeezes the sides gently. 

"That's right, angel. You're all mine." He grins as your eyes roll back. You're seeing stars and the knot in your stomach is on the verge of snapping. He takes his free hand to toy with your nipple. "Gonna cum for me?" 

All you could do is let out small gasps and wails. His cock twitched at the sight, the fucked out expression on your face brought him close to the edge himself.

"I want you to cum on my dick. Lemme see you cum, Princess." He moans, the hottest sound you've ever heard in your life. He squeezes his hand around your throat a little harder. Your vision blurs as the edges until all you see is white. You cried out his name as he let go, legs shaking as you came hard.

He rides you through your orgasm, hips stuttering against yours when he groans your name. He pumped his cum inside you, filling you as much as he can before collapsing on top of you.

The two of you take a moment to catch your breaths, panting as your sweaty bodies remained connected. Draken is the first to move, pulling out and stepping away to find something to help clean you up.

He sheepishly hands you some napkins as he runs a hand through his hair. "Sorry. It's all we got."

You huff a laugh and take them, putting your clothes on together in silence. You are at a loss for words. Everything is different now. You got fucked by your best friend. Where do you even begin?

"Hey." Your heart soared as Draken gives you a small kiss on your temple. He takes a step back and grins in front of you. "Let's go for a ride on the second greatest birthday gift, yeah?"

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little acts of intimacy: how they like to be touched - tokrev boys

in specifically a not-inherently-sexual manner. what kind of physical contact with you gives them the warm fuzzies? hcs for a selections of my personal tokyo revengers blorbos, including: Mikey, Draken, Baji, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Hakkai, Taiju, Koko, Inupi, Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, and Izana

Mikey feels most at home when he’s cuddled up into your arms, especially if you’re taller than he is. It makes him feel like your teddy bear. 100/10, definite nuzzler. 

Draken likes sitting on the floor by the couch while you have your legs draped over his shoulders, just chilling. Better yet, though, if you start massaging his shoulders or neck, he’ll melt. 

Baji is a sweetie who just wants to hold hands, actually. There is a specific part of his brain that simply demands Hand Holdies. He will feel so loved and special if you hold his hand, especially if you do the interlocked fingers hold instead of the criss-crossed palms way. Also is not opposed to it if you simply rest your hand on his ass. Like, not even in a sexual way, just as a little “hehe, mine >:]” kinda thing.

Chifuyu will fucking melt if you rest your head on him, or put your hand over his heart. Especially the latter, he’ll be so flustered. 

Kazutora likes when you run your fingers through his hair. It makes him feel safe. Like, this is a genuinely therapeutic sensation for him, it’s so gentle and he doesn’t fully understand why his heart swells when you do it, he just wants you to never ever stop.

Hakkai’s favorite way to be touched is when you reach up and put your hands around the back of his neck and stroke his jaw with your thumbs. He’s so shy at the start of your relationship that he can’t always find words, but sometimes all you need is that communication via eye contact. It takes a little time, but that’s the kind of thing that makes his heart flutter – you, holding his face, and looking at him with adoration. 

Taiju’s favorite place to be touched is mid- to lower-back. He carries a lot of tension there and it can be on the sensitive/tender side. He loves it when you’re out together and you sling your arm around him and rest your hand there. When you’re in private, he’ll just flop down on the bed shirtless, staring at you until you take the hint that he wants a massage. Just sit on his ass and work the tension in his lumbar region, he’ll melt for you. Bonus points if you get playful and start writing things with your finger and making him guess. He thinks that shit’s hella cute.

Koko has a few things he likes. Number one is when you pet the buzzed side of his hair and will nuzzle into your hand. Another favorite is when you hold onto his arm when you’re beside him. Just kinda loop your arm through his and hold on. He likes having such full body contact without it being Full Body Contact™️, y’know? Also, adding a little bit of zest to this, he’s 100% a “pull him close by the waistband of his pants” kinda fella. Yes, in a spicy way, but also just in an “enjoying being pressed against you” way.  

Inupi’s favorite thing is when you cup his jaw or rub behind his ear (big puppy vibes, obvi), especially if you’re calling him by his given name. His heart will simply explode. Also like, any time you rest the palm of your hand on his tummy. He just feels relaxed idk. 

Sanzu likes when you sit with him and have your legs across his lap. It’s casual but just intimate enough that he can comfortably squeeze your knee and grin to himself that he’s lucky enough to call you his. But if you wanna be extra forward with him, bite him in front of the others. Hold his hand and just casually bring it up toward your mouth and CHOMP. He knows that means you love him. 

Ran is a surprisingly big cuddler. Whether it’s falling asleep or waking up, he just likes having you in his comfy space — his bed. Non-sexual physical contact is absolutely his jam. Not that he doesn’t love railing you, but man, his natural state is so low-energy. He wants to trap you in his blanket cocoon and just stay like that and watch youtube videos or some shit. Definitely makes a fuss if you break free because the heat is too much, but you will not fully get away from him. He’s one of those “must have some part of himself touching some part of you” dudes. Good luck. Also, bonus: he also enjoys when you braid his hair for him (his arms get tired when he does it himself)

Rindou is also cuddly, but in more of a Mikey kind of way. While Ran is very open with the fact that he wants you to let him hold you, Rin Rin would never be so bold. He’ll pretend that he thinks it’s dumb or some shit, but somehow at the end of the day he’ll always curl up with you. But HE wants to be the one being cuddled. Much more tsuntsun about it than Mikey, who would simply dive into your arms. Treat Rindou like he’s your snuggly little teddy bear. Let him bury his face in your chest while you stroke his hair. Tell him you love him and know that when he responds with a muffled, “......shut up.” that’s simply his way of saying he loves you too. Bonus: if you’re out and about, he’ll lean on you. Like, in the way that tall people do. He won’t mean it to mock your height, he just doesn’t know how to convey that he wants to be touching you when you’re out in public.

Izana honestly probably prefers touching rather than being touched. He likes to have you in his lap, letting him just have his hands roaming all over you. His fingertips will dance along your thighs and up your sides or along your arms. He imagines he’s painting his marks along your skin, in patterns only he can see. He’ll smile to himself and rest his chin on your shoulder. But if you must return the favor, he particularly likes it when you sit beside him and just hold his arm in your lap and mindlessly run your fingers up and down his forearm. 

Can i request a hc with mikey an draken with a very tall s/o? Snd their s/o is taller than them

sano manjiro [mikey] & ryuguji ken [draken] with an s/o who's taller than them: headcanons

[𖤐] hi anon; thank you so much for requesting! i tried my best with draken, but damn, that mf is just so tall, like wowWHATHJGKJ six foot at the age of fifteen???? anyways, hope you enjoy these!

❧ masterlist

sano manjiro [mikey]:

✂︎ he really could care less about whether his s/o is taller than him; he just wants to be able to hug them and take them out for dorayaki, and height doesn’t affect it at all, so why should he care?

✂︎ he’ll probably pretend to be a little angry though if you’re ever teasing him by holding something above where he can reach, (he could jump and reach it, but he thinks that your teasing grin is cute, so he doesn’t). most of them time, he’ll just pretend to be a little angry or annoyed because of your height, but it’s all in good fun because he really doesn’t care.

✂︎ if you’re too tall for him to reach, he’ll make you kneel down so he can give you a kiss, and this happens pretty often, so if you ever see mikey looking up at you with a small frown and his eyebrows furrowed, he’s looking for a kiss. this reason is the only one that might make him a little annoyed about your height difference, since he wants to be able to give you surprise kisses.

✂︎ to make up for this though, he’ll randomly take your hand and gently kiss the inside of your palm, and even though it doesn’t sound like much, you’ll get very flustered from the way he’s boldly looking at you while he does it. of course, he does this on purpose to make you flustered, so he supposes that the expression on your face can make up for the fact he can’t give you surprise kisses.

✂︎ mikey is going to be extremely pissed if anybody makes any negative comments about your height difference, (or just your height in general) and he’ll fight anybody who dares to. nobody was going to talk to his s/o like that, not unless he’s six feet under.

✂︎ if you’re insecure about your height, he’s going to be even more fiercely protective of you, and will literally glare at anybody who dares to look at you, hell, even breathe at you the wrong way. he might not be the best at comforting you with his words, so he’ll do it more through his actions, (he’ll always be peppering your face with kisses and leaning his body against you if he had a rough day; just small things, but they count).

✂︎ he really love to cuddle with you, and it doesn’t really matter what position you guys are in, as long as he’s close with you, but right before bed, you two will always be facing each. mikey loves to talk to you before you two sleep, and this is one of the few ways he can talk to you and look at you the same way somebody your own height would. he might stop talking and grow enchanted by your face, and lightly run his fingers over your features, (he’s a little disappointed that he can’t see your face up close like this all the time though).

✂︎ he might ask you what brand of milk you drink, and where he can get it so that he can get taller as well and be able to match up to you. when you tell him that you don’t drink milk, he is truly shocked and feels a little betrayed by society, (nah fr though, if you drink actually milk, don’t even speak to me /j)

✂︎ he really loves whenever you give him back hugs; he’ll be surprised for a moment, but then he’ll smile and say your name in such a way that makes you get a bit flustered, (he always does that though, so that’s not really a surprise).

✂︎ the type to steal some of your clothes because they’re all bigger than his and your clothes are super comfy. you better start guarding your closet well, because he might just steal the whole damn thing.

✂︎ mikey just thinks you’re so cute, regardless of your height, and he cherishes you so much.

ryuguji ken [draken]:

✂︎ if you’re taller than this guy, then i am super impressed with you, and so is draken. when the two of you first met, he was so surprised that he actually had to look up when speaking to someone, instead of looking down. it was a rare occurrence to run into somebody who was taller than him, especially somebody the same age as himself.

✂︎ he really could care less about how tall you are; you’re his s/o, and that’s all that really matters to him. draken doesn’t really strike me as somebody who goes for somebody based on looks, or decides he’s going to date somebody because of their looks. as long as you have the same core values that he does, he really doesn’t mind that you’re taller than him though.

✂︎ because the two of you are so extremely tall, there will always be a lot of stares whenever the two of you are out, with some people wondering and whispering about the extremely tall people who were passing by. the both of you knew that it isn’t out of hate or spite, but if you get nervous, draken will just wrap an arm around your waist and pull you a but closer to him to whisper some words of comfort in your ear.

✂︎ with the height difference between you two, he’s at the perfect height to be able to whisper close to you ear, and will sometimes take advantage of it to make you flustered, (only when the two of you are alone though).

✂︎ he’s going to get really confrontational if somebody at your school makes negative comments about your height/the height difference between you two. he’ll go complete “vice-president of toman” mode, and will walk right up to the person with a clearly ticked off look, asking if they felt like dying today. he would usually ignore it since he considers it to be not worth it, but he knows how fast words can spread in a school, so he will never tolerate it when it’s somebody from your classes, (he doesn’t want you to go through that sort of pain when you’re in school).

✂︎ he really doesn’t give two shits that you’re taller than him, because not matter what, he’s still going to wrap his arm around your waist, or tell you to hold onto him when he’s taking you out for a ride on his bike. hell, he’ll even just randomly pick you up, whether it’s bridal style or just throwing you over his shoulder if he feels like it, (only when you two are alone though).

✂︎ mikey hates to be around the both of you at the same time because him look so incredibly short in comparison, and it’s honestly really funny to watch him get mad when you meet up with some other toman members, (AHEM baji) and they’re just making fun of him because he’s the shortest one there.

✂︎ he really likes to hold you close to him when you guys are cuddling, especially when both of your lanky legs are tangled together with your feet poking out of the bottom of the blanket because it’s too short. he’s not a pda type person, so these are the moments when he gets more affectionate with you.

✂︎ if you ever get insecure because of your height, draken will just put his hand on top of your head and lightly chuckle, telling you how you could probably kick someone’s ass if you wanted to, that you should be proud of the way you are, and that he thinks that you’re the perfect height.

✂︎ you guys might occasionally share clothing since you’re both around the same size, although it’s mostly going to be you leaving your clothes at draken’s place and him deciding to wear it, since we all know he wear the same damn outfits every single day.

Hello !! ^^ could I pls request some hcs with mikey, draken and chifuyu when their s/o sneaks their head under their sweaters or hoodie? Thank you sm and have a wonderful day !! :D

sano manjiro [mikey], ryuguji ken [draken] & chifuyu matsuno when their s/o sneaks into their sweater: headcanons

[𖤐] hello, and thank you so much for requesting! this was so cute and fluffy, so i might make scenarios sometime because it's lowk difficult to make these into headcanonsjhgkjhg, anyways, hope you enjoy!!

❧ masterlist

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sano manjiro [mikey]:

✂︎ to be honest, this is definitely more of a thing that mikey would do to you, instead of vice versa, although he’s definitely not against you going under his sweater.

✂︎ he loves to be close to you, and this is the perfect way to do it. sure, could you guys hug regularly without the sweater? yes. but it just felt so much more comforting and safe with it, and it’s safe to say you both love the feeling.

✂︎ you two might go down to the river and sit on the bank, with you sitting in his lap while you share a sweater, (especially if it’s cold). you guys will definitely be eating dorayaki and whatever street food you like, and will engage in small-talk and lots of warm hugs and kisses.

✂︎ he’ll definitely tickle you whenever you guys share a sweater, and you’ll squirm around, trying to get out. when you actually do get out and refuse to go back, he’ll frown and ask you to come back in. after some convincing, you’ll come back in, and he might tickle you again.

✂︎ this goes without saying, but sharing a sweater means lots of back hugs, so mikey will bury his face in your hair a lot, and just enjoy having you close to him. he’ll start mumbling about how much you mean to him, and how much he loves you and cherishes you, and he’ll kiss the back of your head softly.

✂︎ might try to tease you and make you flustered by whispering really closely to the shell of your ear about something, (it’ll work).

✂︎ mikey will definitely lean your head back gently so that he pepper your face with kisses, and then will finally give you actual kiss.

ryuguji ken [draken]:

✂︎ he’s pretty confused on what you’re doing the first time you make your way under his jacket, and he’s just staring down at you with a quirked eyebrow, (perhaps a slight flush to his cheeks as well, he won’t admit it though). you just hug him, and after a couple of moments, he’ll just let out an exasperated sigh and wrap his arms around you as well.

✂︎ draken doesn’t really wear sweaters, so your prime time to do this sort of thing is when it starts to get chilly out, or when it’s the rainy season.

✂︎ he doesn’t really mind that you go into his jacket sometimes, and might sometimes even initiate it if it’s really cold outside or inside wherever you guys are, (as long as there isn’t anybody around that you guys know).

✂︎ if draken can tell that you’re really down or not feeling well for whatever reason, he’ll let you go under his sweater, and you guys will just hug each other for a while, no words needed.

✂︎ his chin is always going to be on the top of your head if you’re shorter than him, and if you’re taller, then he’ll just have his head tucked in the crook of your neck.

✂︎ his hand is almost always on the back of your head or on top of it for some reason, but it’s a nice comforting feeling when you guys are close like you are when you’re in the same sweater.

✂︎ he’ll sigh everytime you go under his sweater as if he’s annoyed, but he’s actually not, so don’t think that he is. he thinks that it's really cute that you do it, and he’s glad that he has an excuse to be close to you.

✂︎ if his arms are out of the sleeves of the sweater, he’ll wrap them around your waist and pull you closer to him, especially if you guys are watching a movie or just chilling on the couch.

chifuyu matsuno:

✂︎ the first time you slip under his beige sweater, he’s really confused for a moment at what’s going on, but once he realizes the extremely close contact that you guys have at the moment, he’s going to become so flustered because he’s not used to this sort of thing with somebody else.

✂︎ you’re definitely going to need to give him some time to get used to it so he doesn’t malfunction every time.

✂︎ after a while and once he’s (mostly) used to it, he’ll start buying bigger zip-up sweaters so that he can come up behind you and trap you in the sweater. if anybody asks why he’s getting xxl sweaters though, he’ll immediately change the subject and ignore what they said.

✂︎ usually your hair is messed up when you pop up, so he’ll gently fix your hair for you, and make sure that it’s not tugging on anything.

✂︎ if it starts to rain outside, you two will take cover under a tree and share a sweater so that you don’t get cold.

✂︎ if you decide to try and scare him with it, you’ll definitely succeed, especially if you do it when he’s not expecting. he never really knows when you’ll decide to weasel your way into his sweater, so now he’s going to be on the lookout for you whenever he knows that you’re nearby.

✂︎ baji might barge into chifuyu’s apartment one time because he has yakisoba and find you guys there, and he’ll just stare for a second before bursting out into laughter, talking about how chifuyu is so down bad. he’ll never be hearing the end of it after that, and neither will you, so lock the door next time, alright?

✂︎ if you guys are watching a movie, you’ll take the hoodie and switch it the other way and put popcorn in the hood. great bowl, 10/10.

✂︎ you guys can sometimes be found sleeping on the couch with the same sweater over the both of you instead of a blanket.

[03:08] walking home with ryuguji ken

warnings none

other timestamps

it's cold, like, fucking cold. and your ass is about to fall off, who the hell let you wear such thin clothing in winter time because it sure as hell wasn't you (yes it was).

it's nearing four in the afternoon but the sky is already dimming followed up by the most blistering weather you feel you've ever experienced in the entire universe.

"holy shit it's so cold how could you just wait outside for me?" your words are let out as a shiver when you approach your good friend, draken, standing outside of your school, with his hands buried in his pockets.

"i don't mind waiting, the weather isn't horrible." you knew he was lying, you could see the goosebumps arise on his forearms and chose to ignore it, maybe to save the spat that would follow up if you'd chosen to bring it up.

"well then, thank you draken my dear, shall we get going?" despite your lips beginning to chap from the merciless temperatures of january, you're plastering a bright smile onto your face and maybe it'll warm up the muscles.

but before you continue to walk, a weight on your shoulders is placed, and you turn around to notice that draken's placed his coat on top of your uniform.

"so you won't be cold." you're bewildered and he only gives you a sheepish smile before walking on. what are you supposed to do when your crush gives you his coat, what does it mean?

it's a peaceful walk and there's nothing more to it, only comfortable silence flowing through the atmosphere, and you're basking in it. walking home with draken is your favourite time of day, it was the only time you could have him to yourself, even if it was for twenty minutes.

but today, home felt like an hour away, and it's probably because draken's stopped walking behind you, and is underneath the climbing net at the park, staring at his feet.

"draken, you've been so weird the entire day, what's wrong?" you're walking back to him and look up at his pondering expression.

"fuck it." he mutters. "i like you."

it's an awkwardly, painfully, loud silence. not even the wind from the mean weather is helping and draken sighs dejectedly.

"sorry, i shouldn't have-" and you jump into his arms, suffocating him in an expression of your reciprocation.

"god, i'm so glad you said that, i thought it was one sided." draken sighs in relief, and melts into your hold, smiling.

"i'm just happy you liked me back." he mumbles into the crook of your neck. "why are you holding me so tight, i'll die before we even have our first date."

"you're really warm." you snuggle up to him closer and chuckle as his body is warming up yours. wait. does this mean you have a boyfriend now? "draken. are you my boyfriend?"

he bursts into laughter and looks at your face, with genuine curiosity staring up hopefully into his eyes.

"no, i just wanted to tell you," and it's like he's staring at a puppy whose treats were taken away, "i was kidding, of course i am."

you let go from the hug, and transfer your hands to intertwine, and it just felt so natural. like he was always meant to be in your arms, and it was happiness for a lifetime as you know it.

"i'm going to annoy you more than i already do, you know." you kick a rock towards his direction and he squeezes your hand in reassurance.

"i hope you do." unhappy with his plain reaction, you frown and kick another rock in his way.

"and we have to see each other more and more every day."

"that's good."

"and i can hang out with your friends too."

"no, they'll take away our time together." he stops walking, finally, a worthy reaction. laughing, you back off, and the rest of the journey home was bliss.

"l/n y/n! you're forty minutes late home, where have you been you imbeci- oh, ryuguji kun. thank you for taking y/n home." your mother pinches you as she pulls you back to her side, and you whine annoyingly.

"mom! that really hurt."

draken bows down to a full 90° degree angle, and your eyes widen. you've never seen draken bow down so respectfully before, and little did you know, he did it to impress your parents.

"thank you for letting me take them home. i will head back now. goodbye y/n." your mother coos, as if draken was her child and not you.

"bye draken!" you wave him off until you couldn't see his silhouette walking down the street of your neighbourhood.

"ryuguji is a very nice boy, you should date him."

a/n: very quick brainrot !!

[03:08] walking home with ryuguji ken

warnings none

it's cold, like, fucking cold. and your ass is about to fall off, who the hell let you wear such thin clothing in winter time because it sure as hell wasn't you (yes it was).

it's nearing four in the afternoon but the sky is already dimming followed up by the most blistering weather you feel you've ever experienced in the entire universe.

"holy shit it's so cold how could you just wait outside for me?" your words are let out as a shiver when you approach your good friend, draken, standing outside of your school, with his hands buried in his pockets.

"i don't mind waiting, the weather isn't horrible." you knew he was lying, you could see the goosebumps arise on his forearms and chose to ignore it, maybe to save the spat that would follow up if you'd chosen to bring it up.

"well then, thank you draken my dear, shall we get going?" despite your lips beginning to chap from the merciless temperatures of january, you're plastering a bright smile onto your face and maybe it'll warm up the muscles.

but before you continue to walk, a weight on your shoulders is placed, and you turn around to notice that draken's placed his coat on top of your uniform.

"so you won't be cold." you're bewildered and he only gives you a sheepish smile before walking on. what are you supposed to do when your crush gives you his coat, what does it mean?

it's a peaceful walk and there's nothing more to it, only comfortable silence flowing through the atmosphere, and you're basking in it. walking home with draken is your favourite time of day, it was the only time you could have him to yourself, even if it was for twenty minutes.

but today, home felt like an hour away, and it's probably because draken's stopped walking behind you, and is underneath the climbing net at the park, staring at his feet.

"draken, you've been so weird the entire day, what's wrong?" you're walking back to him and look up at his pondering expression.

"fuck it." he mutters. "i like you."

it's an awkwardly, painfully, loud silence. not even the wind from the mean weather is helping and draken sighs dejectedly.

"sorry, i shouldn't have-" and you jump into his arms, suffocating him in an expression of your reciprocation.

"god, i'm so glad you said that, i thought it was one sided." draken sighs in relief, and melts into your hold, smiling.

"i'm just happy you liked me back." he mumbles into the crook of your neck. "why are you holding me so tight, i'll die before we even have our first date."

"you're really warm." you snuggle up to him closer and chuckle as his body is warming up yours. wait. does this mean you have a boyfriend now? "draken. are you my boyfriend?"

he bursts into laughter and looks at your face, with genuine curiosity staring up hopefully into his eyes.

"no, i just wanted to tell you," and it's like he's staring at a puppy whose treats were taken away, "i was kidding, of course i am."

you let go from the hug, and transfer your hands to intertwine, and it just felt so natural. like he was always meant to be in your arms, and it was happiness for a lifetime as you know it.

"i'm going to annoy you more than i already do, you know." you kick a rock towards his direction and he squeezes your hand in reassurance.

"i hope you do." unhappy with his plain reaction, you frown and kick another rock in his way.

"and we have to see each other more and more every day."

"that's good."

"and i can hang out with your friends too."

"no, they'll take away our time together." he stops walking, finally, a worthy reaction. laughing, you back off, and the rest of the journey home was bliss.

"l/n y/n! you're forty minutes late home, where have you been you imbeci- oh, ryuguji kun. thank you for taking y/n home." your mother pinches you as she pulls you back to her side, and you whine annoyingly.

"mom! that really hurt."

draken bows down to a full 90° degree angle, and your eyes widen. you've never seen draken bow down so respectfully before, and little did you know, he did it to impress your parents.

"thank you for letting me take them home. i will head back now. goodbye y/n." your mother coos, as if draken was her child and not you.

"bye draken!" you wave him off until you couldn't see his silhouette walking down the street of your neighbourhood.

"ryuguji is a very nice boy, you should date him."

a/n: very quick brainrot !!

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞

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Mikey’s Girl - Chapter Fourteen

Summary: More fluff :) Mostly because I feel like if I don’t pile on the fluff now, you guys are gonna hate me for what happens in chapter 16 onwards. This chapter is just a lazy morning spent hanging out with Chifuyu. You guys do a fun little wake n bake leading to a deep conversations with Chifuyu about how he really feels about Baji. At the end of the chapter, Emma and Draken come over, which leads into chapter 15 (14 and 15 were originally one chapter but it was way too long so I split it) 

Warnings: Lotsa Drug Use - You Can’t Tell Me Stoner!Mitsuya Isn’t Cannon Because How Else Is He So Chill??

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'ｌｏｎｅｌｉｎｅｓｓ ｉｎｄｕｃｔｉｏｎ '

‘they induce mental trauma into their love interest’s head in order to push them away from others. they make themselves out to be their love interest’s best option, making the love interest believe that all the others will betray them and that the yandere is the only one who can be trusted, but they actually just want to isolate their love interest. they destroy relationships and ruin families to get their love interest as isolated and vulnerable as possible.’

“trust in me… you trust in me, y/n… right?” mikey’s dark orb fixated on your face, seeking out your reply. little nod. he smiled. “that’s my girl.. i just want what’s best for you..” you push your face in his firm chest, the cloth of his shirt sticking to your face thanks to your fresh tears, smudged across your face.

“the word’s cruel, darlin’… and i’m the only one, who wants your well-being..” mikey cooed, his palm glided across your -compared to his- small back over and over again.

in his point of view, he had to cut you away from everything that isn’t him and everything that could make you leave him. to accomplish this nothing was too much, no money and no time mattered. only you. he would rather die, than paint his hands with the crimson fluid and you knew about this. we all know how much power and influence he held at his service, and so it was piece of cake to get done easily anything, without him getting involved. minions were perfect to do the work for him. take someone’s life and then have your dear father take the case? crashing down your family into pieces? they did it for mikey within a whistle. you’ve drifted away from one friend after another. they were bad people, the news and rumors about them was unstoppable. it left you shocked, they would never do this.. right?

it felt like he was all you had, no family, no friend.. you changed they changed for the bad. and mikey was the one who brought spotlight to it. his being was better than anything, the way he cared about you… made you forget about his manipulation.

but mikey never failed you, he was the one. always. just stay still and look as pretty and vulnerable as you can so he can save you from those filthy people you call your ‘relatives’, it would be such a damn shame you getting involved with them.

‘he’s bad’ they say. ‘he’s manipulating you’. liars. mikey wouldn’t do that. you are so grateful for him in your life. he’s like a guiding light, day after day, he’s the only person in your life you trust to the end and back.

as you hug your one, face buried in the crook of his neck seeking out safety, his lips slightly curve into smile. he holds your body against his. “i’ll always be here.. pretty girl...”

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'ｔｒａｉｎｉｎｇ '

‘they will punish and torture their love interest if they think they did something they shouldn’t or when they don’t act like wanted to give them a lesson. these yanderes use methods that are usually pretty morbid and painful, some could even leave permanent damage to the love interest. they will then “reward” the love interest when they finally do something wanted of them.’

he takes ahold of your chin, pressing a quick smooch on your skin.

“i’m so, so, so proud of you, love..” he leaves those soothing words hanging in the air. draken took special care to praise you for every little gesture that brought him joy in your behavior. it filled his heart with pure loving, knowing you were so obedient and faithful. it took him so damned long time and so much effort to form you this way. dealing with you was hard at first, the way you would make the typical teenager and draken would be the worrying mom.

he wasn't afraid to punish. punishment meant new lesson for you and like that, slowly and steadily you grew into what you are now. a dog. a respectful and respected human being. they looked at you, they thought you are weird. they thought he's weird. oh how much they were wrong, he did everything for your sake. it was painful, but it served your progression. bruises covered your neck, down to your ankles. others weren't allowed to see it. those bruises were only for his eyes, it was like trophies. he knew he had forged you into what you are now, and it made him proud.

even so, he wasn't cruel. rewards was also something he loved giving to you and did with so much happiness. you meant the literal word for him, he would do everything that he's capable of, now listen to him and everything will be so happy around you and not a single problem in your life will be left. the fantasy of leaving him got pushed out of your mind at the very beginning. it's a topic you don't want to bring up again, for your sake. blaming others for laying a hand on you? the best solution would be to train you to avoid contact with everyone but him. this way, he doesn't have to hurt them and the 'losing you' thought would be solved too. everyone's happy!

draken kisses your lips softly. you loved this side, when all he did was praising you for your good work. you learned with time that obeying is so much effective, than resisting. resting in his strong embrace, forgetting everything and everyone that isn't him was the best decision.

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'ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔｉｖｅ '

‘they see everything and everyone as a threat for the love interest. they will use extreme methods to get rid of other “dangerous” people permanently, and even punish and torture them for the harm they did to the love interest, even if they didn’t really do all that much. feeling that the love interest is fragile, pure or vulnerable, and that everyone else can taint or hurt them, the yanderes finally decide to take care of it themselves and protect the love interest, getting rid of all “bad people” near them for the sake of their love interest and at any cost.’

the doors clicking sound could be heard only in the night’s darkness. it was 2:05am, -you glanced at the clock- blankets were all over your body, that was the only thing keeping you warm by the lack of his body next to yours. small steps echoed in the house, it was him. he finally arrived home. you exhaled a long breath of relief.

while you tried to find peace in your mind to get at least a blink of sleep, takashi furiously and hastily dragged out the contents of the black bag, dropped over his shoulder. drenched white shirt landed on the bathroom floor along with a few metal stool. how he had to take matters into his own hand, made him go nuts, what a nuisance to take care of, instead of being next to you on the soft sheets, having heartfelt conversations and talking all night long, his body perfectly fitting with yours in his arms. his lavender locks tangling into yours, his chest softly rising up and down under you head.

you just waited patiently for takashi all day and night, to return back from his work and finally be with you. and so you did now too, eyes now got used to the dark, staring at the door, counting the seconds and minutes till he steps inside.

hand stinging through the gloves from the bleach, slowly burning holes in the fabric and scratching the very skin. eyebrows furrowed at first in concentration, now from pain. he squeezed the remaining water out of the cloth. hopeless. better get rid of it all tomorrow morning, before you get any hint of what could have happened. the lilac tip of his hair now red, rosy cheeks now bloodstained. dragging his tired legs over to a quick shower. the dried fluid now snaking its way down the drain, a grunt falls from his chapped lips. a few minutes after, stopping the tap, he steps out of the shower. he feels new and fresh, the metallic smell now completely gone.

by 2:54am he happily climbs beside you in gray sweatpants, the hem of it sitting lowly at his waist, shoving his v-line. you immediately rolled over to face him, steam still covering his whole, without a thought of where had he been, with a delighted smile, you place your head to his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. strong fingers curling the strands of your hair, drifting off to sleep. he humms deeply. this was what he wanted to protect at all cost.

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' ｄｅｐｅｎｄｅｎｃｅ'

‘wishing for their love interest to be able to know that they make a difference in the lives of their dependence yandere partner/spouse, they seek to be vulnerable around their love interest by depending on them. this can range from stupidly simple things, like constantly dropping or forgetting something, behaving like an idiot — often times subconsciously so, to claiming that they’d die without their love interest (although that’s obviously false)..’

‘she won’t leave me… she won’t leave me.. she won’t leave me.. she won’t-’ the words echoed in chifuyu’s head, like a broken record. his orbs staring into the void,- sitting on the edge of the bed, knuckles white from the way he gripped the sheets next to him.

“chifuyu!” you exclaimed, entering the room. as if all the life came back to his soul, he shot up his head to turn his attention towards you.

"my sunshine..” the boy muttered. he didn’t realize the moment he felt your presence next to his body. warm fingers grazed the line of his face. somehow he seemed ever so sad, just like on other days, when you weren’t in his company. those moments were suffocating for chifuyu. without your loving and caring soul, heart and body, his life felt empty and pointless. it was a hassle to get you in his possession, now he has to make sure to keep you. he can’t lose you. he has to keep you beside him. the constant fear of losing you would never leave his mind free, the uncontrollable clinging to you has turned into madness and so the self-pitying had started.

his voice dropped to a raspy tone. “i…” breathing out, chifuyu intentionally turns his head away from your gaze. with your palm, you made him facing you. “i.. don’t want to lose you..” green eyes filled with forged sorrow, you wrap your gentle arms around his neck, pulling him closer to your chest in a comforting manner. in his sitting position and how you stand in front of him, between his legs, he closes them, trapping you in. you ignore it, placing your chin on top of his head. now his lips has curled into a grin from ear to ear. he runs his arms around your waist, you don’t struggle in his clasp. it seems so welcoming to you, as if he’s manipulating your mind and body, you feel attached to him-but not as much as he is to you.- you have to take care of him, not in a child-like way. he craved your love, he was so sweet, you just couldn't deny it from him.

you never saw harm in him, he wouldn’t be able to hurt anybody, and especially not you. he makes the perfect boyfriend and significant other in your eyes. -and that’s exactly he want you to think.- chifuyu is fragile without you, do NOT even think about leaving or breaking up. and if you do, to your regret the anguish, bitterness and agony will swallow you up whole. he will make sure it does.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!