#draken x female reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

mik3ysprincess03 · 2 years

Text

Tokyo Revengers boyfriend scenarios: how they make up after a fight

☰ Characters: Mikey, Draken, Kazutora, Mitsuya, Kokonoi, Hanma, Ran, Rindou, Sanzu.

A/N do you all have any preference as to who I add in the head cannons, should I bring chifuyu in? I am sorry these are a little long, I may have gotten carried away! I’m not sure if you all prefer these detailed or shorter.

Warnings: Light smut, fluff, daddy kink, cat calling, NSFW 18+. Reader is female!

Find my head cannon master list for Tokyo Revengers here :)

Taglist (comment to join): @shibuyawardnetwork @reiners-milkbiddies @winterv-black

Please like, reblog and comment if you’ve enjoyed. It helps support my blog! ↺ (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ be sure to stay hydrated this summer and use sunscreen.

Draken:

•Dense and clueless. Let's be real.

•You and Draken had a fight, out of all things it was about how he wasn’t around enough. Draken would spend a ton of time at D&D motors or with his friends outside of work time instead of being with you as much.

•Of course you didn’t mind that Draken had friends who he would hang out with, but he was seemingly oblivious to the fact you were his girlfriend and wanted more time with him?? Big brain Ken bf moment.

•Where was your time for dates? As soon as Draken came home he either ate food silently at the table with you or just went to bed, or would try to provoke you to have sex with him. He thought it was enough. He even brought a dang watermelon come and gave you a slice and said it was a present, which was sweet and all, but you wanted to cuddle, go on dates, be around him more. One day you had enough and wanted to be clear with him. You missed the little things like him brushing your hair too.

•You were out doing some shopping at the mall, treating yourself to your favourite items such as some makeup, clothes and snacks. It’s always fun to treat yourself. That’s when you left the mall and walked down a few blocks and saw Draken, Mikey, Mitsuya and some of the other guys standing beside some motorcycles chatting away. Your eyebrow twitched as you saw Draken, you approached the group. “Hey (Name). Good to see you.” Mikey greeted you and you smiled nodding your head. “Draken.” You said crossing your arms and frowning.

•”What are you giving me that look for?” He snapped looking down at you. Draken never appreciates sass.

•”Is that anyway to treat your girlfriend?! You are hardly around anymore and you barely put in time to spend time alone with me or go on dates. I don’t even remember the last time you fucking hugged me or said you loved me.” You spat as you heard Mikey reply with an “uh oh, kenny’s in trouble”.

•”I have been around, what are you talking about? We see each other daily. Don’t my actions tell you that I love you? I bring you food and I let you wear my clothes when I’m gone, quit your bitching.” This stung, it made you begin to cry “you’re so dense Draken.” You sobbed before turning on your heels the other way to head back to your apartment.

•”Come on man, you never told us you weren’t spending so much time with your girl. Girl's can get sentimental about these things, you should put in more effort for her.” Mitsuya told Draken once you stormed off.

•Draken was in a sour mood the rest of the day. He really did love you. After reflecting on his emotions and getting a pep talk from Mitsuya about how you were trying to get his attention all along, he knew he had to make it up to you.

•Later that evening you were laying on your bed, after crying your heart out the whole day. Did Kenny not love you anymore? Why didn’t he stop you from walking away? You were taken out of your thoughts when you heard the front door to the apartment open, he was home. Draken who was wearing his usual black and white cardigan, black pants and his hair done came into the room with a bag in hand. “We need to talk.”

•”I’m sorry, (Name). I had no idea that my lack of attention towards you has hurt you so much, I guess admittedly I can be a bit clueless about these things. I love you, I hope you can forgive me.” His voice was monotone yet sincere, he handed you the bag as you took it cautiously. When you opened it, there was a small pink box with a ribbon around it. Once undoing the ribbon and revealing what was inside the box, you saw a beautiful silver promise ring. Your heart melted.

•”I promise I’ll always stick by your side.” He said in reference to the ring, pointing to a ring on his index finger, it was a plain silver one. “F-fine I forgive you… I love you too.” You bit down on your lip. “I love it, thank you so much Kenny. But please make more time for me, I miss going on dates and cuddling.”

•He got in between your legs on the bed as he wrapped his arms around you. His scent was so comforting, it was your boyfriend’s scent. “I missed my good girl too, yeah? When was the last time we made love?” Your lips instantly turned from a frown to a smile as you giggled.

•”Mm I dunno. I’ve missed it though, daddy.” Your smile turned into a smirk. As his hands began to trail all over your body. His lips pressing against yours and colliding “Need daddy’s cock, huh? Take those panties off and spread your legs for me, show me what I’ve been missing.” He commanded.

Mikey:

•He gets childish when he is mad or when you two fight. Though you two always make things up with dorayaki.

•Mikey was never too much of a jealous boyfriend, but damn he was overprotective over his girl. He made his presence known as your boyfriend by wrapping his arm around you, placing his hand on your thigh while sitting together, holding hands and even kissing you, Manjiro didn’t care. He was proud to show you off.

•He usually scared of most guys with having the reputation as the “Invincible Mikey”, knowing that your boyfriend would beat anyone’s ass who came near you or put you in harms way. Seemingly, overtime Mikey would just get more controlling and defensive over you. Which one day, while you two were out and you were wearing a stunning (favorite color) dress, some makeup and your hair done up. You looked stunning, as usual.

•After going to a fancy and lavish restaurant for lunch, you and Mikey walked around the district and you walked past a group of what seemed to be a pathetic and amateur gang. Some of the men began to whistle at you, it made you slightly uncomfortable. “Damn, looking fine as hell sexy. Love those tits in your dress.” One of the disgusting men snorted at you, which you bit your lip in discomfort.

•Mikey was already boiling with anger. “I guess you idiots are apart of some pathetic gang, be careful about talking to my girlfriend like that.”

•”U-Um thanks.” You responded awkwardly before one of the men spoke again “can you give me some directions for how I can get into your panties?” Mikey glaring right at the men, who even looked like trash.

•This is when Mikey took matters into his own hands as he began to throw kicks at the men, instantly throwing them down, blood was drawn. He didn’t want to get his hands dirty.

•You stood back in fear “Mikey isn’t this too much…? Let’s just go, before the cops come!” You begged him, biting down on your fingernails hesitantly as some of the men from that lame gang ran off.

•”Why did you just let that happen?“ Your blonde haired boyfriend glared at you, he could be childish and he was feeling jealous so he put the blame on you. “You should’ve told them to fuck off and go to hell, you know I’d protect you and back you up.” Mikey snorted. You let out a sigh and your face began to feel hot as anger bubbled up within you.

•You weren’t just going to yell at a group of strange men telling them to “fuck off” you would’ve just ignored them and went on your way, confrontation like that wasn’t always safe. “Mikey. Do you realize you don’t need to go ballistic every time something happens to me? I would’ve just ignored them.”

•This was when he began ignoring you and getting into a cold tone. “Fine, let’s just go home.” Mikey adjusted the collar of his white shirt as the walk home to your shared apartment was silent. You knew you didn’t fuck up, of course you appreciated Mikey looking out for you but he had no reason to be so childish and ignore you.

•The rest of the day Mikey spent it on the couch across from you, turning on his cell phone to make some phone calls. Eventually, you two were sitting in silence with TV on in the background. “Why do you keep looking at me?” You asked with some attitude.

•”Why do you keep looking at me is the question.” Mikey bluntly replied, leaning against the couch across from you with his chin propped up on his hand. “Hmph, I appreciate you protecting me but sometimes you take things to the extreme.” You let out, before Mikey got up from his seat and grabbed your arms placing them above your head, pinning them. “Extreme?” He asked.

•”L-listen Mikey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get mad at you.”

•“I’m sorry too, cutie.” He sighed before glancing around the room, “now you’ve gotta make it up to me, baby.”

•Your eyes widened as you bit your lip, he was learning down and gazing into your (color) orbs. “You do look sexy, though. Can’t deny that.” He grinned

•”Oh yeah? How can I make it up to you, babe?” You asked with a playful expression, he paused and thought momentarily. “How about you suck my cock like a good girl, let me remind you who you belong to. Then I’ll make you cum with my tongue, I’m the only man who can give you the best pleasure.”

Kazutora:

•Kazutora was extremely jealous and the overprotective type, crazy bf vibes. Again, he has been to jail once and he isn’t afraid to go again. 💀

•You had some male friends you were fairly close with, and at a party while drunk you were sitting in between two of your guy friends, smiling and having a good time.

•Kazutora who was standing near by was getting annoyed and possessive.

•He honestly enjoys scaring your male friends...lol.

•Your male friend had a blue alcoholic drink you wanted to try, so he let you take a sip from his cup. This is what bothered Kazutora. “(Name). What do you think you are doing?” He asked. “He just let me have a sip of his drink I thought it looked cool, it’s not a big deal sweetie!” You defended yourself and your friend.

•You had been hanging around your group of guy friends lately and it’s been a little too close for Kazutora’s comfort. You could he unintentionally flirty and playful which pissed him the fuck off. ”I’m sick of you getting so close to close to these weak dudes, all the hugs, sharing drinks, it’s too much now.” Kazutora glared at the guys you were sitting with.

•”Or maybe you are just crazy for the attention.” His eyes turned dark and had the maniac flare in them.

•What made it worse was also the fact you had his shirt on. You were his girlfriend, his girl, his precious baby to protect. Tora would even get jealous and give other dudes the death stare while you two were at the beach, if anyone glanced at you in the wrong way he took it personally. Kazutora his gotten into fights over you before.

•”Don’t you fucking dare call me that. I-I’m sorry. I won’t hug them as much and I’ll be more mindful to your feelings. But we are just friends, I’ve known these guys my whole life, I love you only Kazutora!” You say standing up from your spot and walking towards him.

•Perhaps you didn’t realize his jealously was also rooted from some inner insecurity. You held Kazutora’s hand and led him to another room, trying to calm him down. “Why would you say that?! You know I love you and only you.” Tears rolled down your cheeks as he realized his words hurt you.

•The man paused for a moment, running his hand through his black and bleached bright blonde strands of hair — he paced around the empty room as you trembled. “I’m so sorry for calling you that, (Name). You don’t deserve that baby, I love you so much. It just makes me feel a little jealous when those guys get so close to you, I know how guys are like and you are a gorgeous babe. I don’t want to lose you.” Kazutora confessed as his eyes lock with yours.

•You understood what he meant and forgave him. Of course, he shouldn’t have said that. But you knew Kazutora didn’t mean that and really just needed reassurance.

•You both decided to leave the party and take a night time walk together, holding hands while sorting everything out. Communication goes miles.

read more below the cut <3

Mitsuya:

•Mitsuya and you were a very close couple, your relationship was built on a ton of trust and loyalty. He was very considerate towards you.

•Fighting with him as your boyfriend is impossible!!

•You two were out at night, Mitsuya was meeting up with some old friends and you were wearing a very short skirt and a revealing top. Which he didn’t mind, he felt secure and you looked great. The looks other men and his friends gave you slightly irked him.

•When you two came back home as soon as you closed the front door Mitsuya spoke “so, was wearing such a short skirt necessary for tonight? You looked gorgeous but I think it was a little too short for public.” The lavender haired man fiddled with the keys in his hand.

•”Well what did you think of it?! I was trying a new look out.” You said in a bubbly tone.

•Mitsuya worked in fashion and designing and he often used you as his main subject for wearing his designs and testing out styles. He made you clothes often too. “It looked tacky.” He muttered.

•”What?” You asked hurt. Before Mitsuya realized his words came out wrong, so wrong. “I didn’t mean it like that, baby. I’m so sorry. I just meant, the outfit is a little short and revealing. The clothes don’t look so amazing, you look amazing in them but I could make you a skirt you’d look much sexier in.” He apologized.

•”I didn’t realize others were checking me out. I didn’t mean to make you upset. I’m sorry.” You pouted, looking into your boyfriends hazy eyes.

•”I’m sorry for coming off that way, you always look beautiful. Speaking of which… I made you something I’d like to see on you.” Mitsuya gave a soft smile. He was a mature man, he grew up raising his younger sisters, it was a genuine mistake and a statement he made without thinking.

•You nodded your head but felt puzzled, you followed him to your bedroom. He reached into his side of the closet and brought out a lovely, white, lace summer dress. He tailored it to fit you perfectly, so that’s why he was taking measurements of you a few weeks ago.

•”Try it on. I thought it would be a pretty summer dress you could wear out. You will look like an angel.” He softly smiled. Your eyes lit up in excitement.

•You stood up eagerly and began to undress, which Mitsuya tried to look the other direction to avoid getting horny and turned on. But ended up biting his lip and checking your body out as he saw the pretty set of lingerie you had on, the way your breasts looked covered in that bra, how your panties hugged your hips.

•You slipped the dress on and he helped zip it up in the back. “Give me a spin.” He smirked, his eyes watching your every movement as you spun around to show off your dress. “So beautiful.” He praised.

•”I might need to make a few adjustments but you look perfect. It looks so amazing on you, my sexy girl.” Mitsuya hummed.

•You admired yourself in the mirror for a minute as Mitsuya took a seat on the bed. You managed to unzip the dress and got yourself out of it. “So what do you think of my new set of lingerie though?” You giggled.

•His eyes widened with surprise, “come here and I’ll tell you all about it.” He ordered pointing to his lap.

Kokonoi:

•Kokonoi was often going gambling or spending time at casinos, it could get in the way of spending time with you. And one night this really upset you.

•You called him on the phone as you were feeling particularly anxious and wanted him to come home. You were at the apartment alone and there was a thunderstorm, which you were scared of.

•He picked up the damn phone on the last ring. “Hey sweetie pie, what’s up?” His charming voice spoke to you through the phone.

•”Can you please come home?” You asked nervously. “Why? You know I’m gambling right now, love.” He asked in confusion yet stern.

•A sound of thunder filled the room as you shrieked. How did he not remember you were scared of thunderstorms?

•”I’m scared, please come home Koko!” You begged. “Stop playing games, is there actually a problem hun?” Kokonoi said he’d be home before 11 PM and it was now 11:30 and the storm was getting worse.

•”You said you’d be home 30 minutes ago! There is a thunderstorm outside and I’m scared, you don’t even remember what your own girlfriend is scared of?” You snapped.

•That is when he realized he fucked up. “(Name), my beautiful girl… I’m so sorry I totally lost track of time. I, I am so sorry. I am coming home right now.”

•You gave a few soft cries through the phone as Kokonoi stayed on speaker phone while he was being driven home. He drive took a bit longer than expected but you assumed it was from the rain storm? Once he was home he rushed into your bedroom and wrapped you in a tight hug and kissed your forehead.

•”I’m sorry baby girl. Does this make it any better?” From behind his back he pulled out a set of designer pjs and a cute plushie. He loved to spoil you.

•”It’s okay, I’m happy you’re here now.” You felt safe again.

•You put on your new pjs before cuddling with Koko in bed and peacefully falling asleep. <3

Hanma:

•Hanma loves getting into trouble, as you know his often regular habits of getting into fights, or some smaller crimes such as stealing.

•Hanma decided one night he was going to break into a designer store with some of his friends, this was while you were home asleep. He ended up stealing a designer perfume and a bag for you. The gifted it to you the next day and you were suspicious. At first he played it off as he purchased it and not to worry about where he got it from, but you figured out he did in fact steal. (Don’t steal everyone!)

•”Hanma, what the fuck! You can’t just steal and gift me this, it was 2000$ no damn way! You can get in serious trouble!” You freaked out telling him. “So? I’d never get caught. I did this for you princess, you know how much I love you.” He was offended you were going off on him.

•You glared up at your boyfriend who was standing before you with your arms crossed. “You did not need to steal a 2000$ bag and expensive perfume for me. If you wanted to give me a gift for our anniversary all you needed to do is tell me you loved me, not put yourself at risk you idiot.” You lectured him. “God damn, do I ever get a day where my girlfriend won’t stop bitchin’. Chill out shorty.” The taller male certainly did not like being told what to do.

•”What?” You stammered. “I love you so much, I just don’t want you getting arrested or in trouble. It’s too risky Hanma. I don’t want to be visiting my boyfriend in jail.”

•The dark haired male who was wearing a grey shirt and black shorts looked at you and simply walked out of the room. Then you heard him leave the apartment, you opened up your phone to realize it was 12 AM, you must’ve really bothered him.

•You now sat worried in bed, until you heard the door open an hour later. Then you saw Shuji walk in the room, he opened up his phone to show you a photo of the designer items he left outside the store he stole from. “What about finger prints?” You asked. “They can catch me if they can, nobody can keep up to me. Look,” he said.

•He handed you a bag which he ordered food from your favourite restaurant that was open late, inside was your favourite food, appetizer, dessert, drink and a plushie. He had the receipt as proof. You looked up at him and blushed. “T-thank you Hanma, I love you.” You grinned.

•After eating your food (which of course you shared with him)! He began looking into your eyes, grabbing you as he pulled you into his lap. “I love you, (Name).” You felt your crotch press up against his as you wiggled around and blushed shyly.

•”Want me to make it up to you and show you how sorry I am? Let’s be honest, it’s been a bit since you let me drill that pretty pussy.” His deep voice spoke into your ear as he pressed kisses on the back of your neck, before sucking on the side of your neck, leaning a mark. You whined in response.

•”Perhaps… Mm yeah, it has been awhile.” You giggled. “I’ve missed my lil cum slut. Do you need daddy to give you some foreplay before I fuck that pussy and choke you?” His smirk on his face was damn hot, you took a hold of his hand as you squeezed it.

•His hands trailed up underneath your shirt to grope your breasts underneath your bra. Then, you know what happened next.

Ran:

•You are not too much of a jealous girlfriend, but you won’t deny you get a little jealous when you catch others looking at your boyfriend.

•You had joined Ran to a bar tonight for a business meeting, so of course you got dressed up in a dress that matched his suit. You had your makeup done up, some high heels on and you were looking breath taking.

•Half way through the night while Ran got up to order more drinks for your group. That is when you saw a woman talking to him, she was pretty, it was beginning to make you feel insecure.

•Ran is loyal and he didn’t even think she was attractive lmao, ever since you two started dating he thinks everyone else isn’t that good looking.

•Mature man, he likes to keep your relationship smooth so no arguments.

•He politely declined her offers before coming back to your table. This put you into an annoyed and anxious mood. You were quiet the rest of the night before it was time to leave. Once your company left, you were giving Ran the silent treatment.

•”Sweetie, you okay?” His smooth voice asked in concern, your bothered emotions clear to him. You ignored him before speaking a few moments later as you two left the bar. “So, what did that woman want?” You asked with a flare of sass.

•”Is this what you’re worried about?” He stopped in his tracks. “Honey, I told her I wasn’t interested and I have my own girlfriend I love very much. She doesn’t look as good as you-“

•”You’re mine! I don’t want to share you ever.” You snapped, his slightly annoyed him since he didn’t like attitude very much. “Babydoll, please calm down and watch your tone.” He warned.

•”So? Who gives a damn. I hate seeing other girls flirt with my boyfriend.” You sulked.

•”Enough.” He put his foot down and looked down at you. “Stop putting yourself in a position to feel so jealous. I don’t like seeing other men flirt with you but you are absolutely jaw dropping. There is no reason for you to be giving me attitude like this.”

•You were silent the way home once he drove you two home. You stormed off to take a shower, you began to cry to yourself in the shower. You regret having been to harsh. Your boyfriend Ran Haitani was so lovely and didn’t deserve that. You shouldn’t feel so insecure in your relationship anyway.

•Once you got out of the shower, you got dressed in plain black panties and an oversized shirt before combing your wet hair and finding Ran in the living room. He was in the dark watching TV, you looked at him, you two made eye contact before you turned away.

•”C’mere (Nickname).” He called out.

•Once sitting with him on the couch you apologized “I’m sorry for being rude and snapping at you. I’ll try not to put myself down so much, I trust you.” You apologized with a sniffle. “That’s my girl. It’s alright. I love you.”

•”I love you too.”

•An hour of cuddling later turned into Ran eating you out, reminding you how much he loves you. Before he turned you over doggystyle to pound your tight pussy, cumming inside of you and marking you as his.

Rindou:

•You and Rindou fought about a guy looking at you the wrong way. Rindou was protective over his girl like most dudes and wanted everyone to know, they need to keep their eyes off of you

•You two sometimes argue over what to eat but it is cute.

•You were annoyed and puzzled as to why he told a guy to “fuck off” just because he was checking you out which you didn’t realize. “Rindou, it’s not a big deal just calm down babe!”

•But he wasn’t having any of that. You two were now at home and he glared at you. “That dude was looking at you the wrong way, I had to let him know of his place.”

•”Ah…Okay, I understand.” You sighed just complying with him. If that’s how he was going to act, then so be it. You just accepted it. “Is there anything I can do to make it better?” You asked tilting your head innocently.

•That’s when he gave you the most dirty smirk you’ve ever seen. “How about you suck me off right here, right now, angel.”

•To say less, Rindou easily felt back to his usual self again once you have him an incredible blowjob and got to see his cum all over your pretty face.

Sanzu:

•Sometimes you and your boyfriend, Sanzu. Would argue over little things, this being one of them. He didn’t want you going out in that sexy and short sparkly dress he bought you. It was meant to be for his eyes only.

•He took things personally as he would stare violently and get aggressive with men who happened to gaze your way. Sanzu had no problem getting physical with someone else for the sake of you.

•”I can wear whatever I want.” “Yeah but I bought that for you, doll. I have some choice in the matter.”

•”Ah Sanzu, stop! You are so controlling, I’m a grown woman. I can wear what I want, most guys don’t go crazy over what their girlfriend chooses to wear and they trust her!”

•Sanzu stood over you and his eye twitched. “Is it so bad I care about you? There’s fucked up dudes out there who want to hurt you, I just want to protect you.”

•The two of you went back and fourth for awhile until you gave up. “I’m sorry, Sanzu.”

•”I’m sorry too… It’s fine if you want to wear it out, but I’ll be by your side the whole night not letting go.”

•You knew sometimes he was afraid of losing you. His arms reached out to hug you as you hugged him back. “It’s good we sort this out, it’s never good to go to bed feeling anxious and unresolved. I love you.” You told him.

•”I love you too baby, so very much.”

•You looked up into his charming eyes, he gazed down lovingly. “You are my world.”

2K notes · View notes

sinisteryanderescribe · 11 months

Text

~Belonging~

:::DRABBLE:::

::: Female Reader :::

::: Fluff / slightly suggestive themes :::

::: Draken :::

…………………………………………………………………………….

Having a hand wrap around your thigh, Draken absolutely loves squeezing the blump flesh whenever stress overcomes his mind or simply wanting to make sure your close enough to send out a warning to anyone gazing at you in a way he does not approve of. It’s his way of claiming his territory ; what belongs to him.

Sitting comfortably on his lap while stroking his hair gave him a sense of relief and calmness, which ends up with him falling asleep with you trapped in his arms. Don’t even think about trying to move away, this man will automatically grab your waist and spoon you in an even tighter grip.

“ Draken I need to go—“

“ Don’t go…. just a few more minutes “

Oh well. How can you deny him, poor thing hasn’t seen you in weeks, too caught up in brutal fights ; too much violence. Sighing softly you relaxed in his arms and brought your hand up to caress his cheek with your thumb, the tender action making him calm. Snuggling his face deeper into your neck giving it a soft kiss before falling asleep.

…………………………………………………………………………….

#Draken #draken x reader #Tokyo revengers #Tokyo revengers x reader #Tokyo revengers live action #x reader #x fem reader #Ken-shin x reader #draken x female reader #romance #sfw #live action #cute #Drabble

270 notes · View notes

titanialev · 9 months

Text

#draken x you #draken fanart #draken x female reader #art #tokyo revengers draken #draken x y/n #draken x reader #draken #ken ryuuguji x y/n #ken ryuguji fanart #ken ryuuguji x you #ken ryuguji #ken ryuuguji #ken ryuuguji x reader #ken ryuguji x you #ken ryuguji x reader #drawing #fanart #female artists

182 notes · View notes

mikeysbabygirl · 1 year

Text

𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦, 𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐚

Summary : Grimm's fairytales all have a deep, dark meaning, right ? For Halloween, Lina said let's mix it with the Tokyo rev world.

𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 ( 𝐟𝐭.𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 (𝐟𝐭.𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨)

𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐳𝐞𝐥 (𝐟𝐭.𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢)

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 ( 𝐟𝐭. 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢)

𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 ( 𝐟𝐭.𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢)

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧 ( 𝐟𝐭.𝐊𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐣𝐢 )

SPECIAL WARNING : This is Halloween content, some are kinda dark. Please don't read if you're uncomfortable with dark content.

Kidnapping, knife play ( Mikey's) , kinda somnophilia ( Kakucho's) , pervy Kaku, wild Hanma ( but we're used to it ), wild Draken, obsessed Mitsuya, manhandling.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 ( 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨):

A beast, the mistake of a father, and the sacrifice of a daughter...

In a lonesome, magnificent palace of bones, the mad king was recluded. The mad king judged that the price of the greed of a father, was his dear, pure daughter.

And from your random days, you shifted into a golden cage, lullabies of the bird dying in between the growling corridors of Kanto Manji's penthouse.

Sapphire tears rivered from the alluring girl's eyes, but no gold could soothe the king's wreath.

So she starved her body, meals that the king's second, Haruchiyo brought her left untouched.

Drew the lines of her sad story on her wrists, and wrote down with the crimson of her body, the ache of in her mind.

-" You wanted it. " Manjiro's voice echoed through the empty room, the dinner on the huge table, once again, left untouched. He stared at the princess fading in front of him, just as the red rose of his curse.

Fine, if she wanted it rough. He stood up from his chair, making you startle.

And as if in slow motion, you watched his feline walk toward you, until he was standing behind you, hands around your delicate neck.

-" You begged me to spare your father, to take you. "

Manjiro was towering above you from behind, with horror,you looked at his veiny hands grabbing the knife from the table. You could only close your eyes tight, feeling the cold blade on your throat, Manjiro's manly fragrance on your neck.

-" I know so, so many ways to take you"

His hand around your neck tilted your head back, until your glassy eyes were deep in his dark ones, making the beast's heart miss a beat. He had no idea what that obsession was about, maybe something about your innocence, that his darkness burned to consume.

-" Do so. " You uttered, lips brushing against his, above you. And a knot in his guts was born. " I don't care anymore. Just,Do me as you pleased. "

Challenge, he read in your half-lidded eyes. You dared him to make you feel something, because you weren't feeling anything.

Suddenly, he got your back pressed to the table,and you were laying on top of that one with his hands around your throat. You gulped down, Manjiro leaned over you, darkish grin contorting his handsome features, and suddenly everything was muffled.

-" Speaking in terms,there's something I've been dying to do " he whispered, and you slightly wondered if fear was really supposed to make one feel as... High, as you did the minute his lips danced against yours.

Time was no more than a blur, your flesh smoked under his enflamed touches, carelessly, the beast tore down the woman's clothes, and her virtue was the feast on his table.

-" What are you... " You hesitantly asked, between two feverish kisses where he stole your lips.

-" Shh, I know what my pretty girl needs. " He shut you down, spreading your legs further open. On its knees, the beast started devouring the girl, making her scream, arch her back, hands in his hair.

-" Sir, can't take no more !"

A growl left his mouth hearing your moaned " sir " , his eyes bored up at you from where he was kneeling between your legs, giving a last open mouthed kiss to your clit.

-" Worry not, gonna make this tight pussy cum. But... "

His toned arm suddenly reached for that blade again, pressing it to your throat and hearing your gasp, Mikey placed his head on your lower tummy. Gaze of a lover on your exposed body, knife kissing your skin, his fair stands of her cascaded over his face in a charming, enchanting curse.

-" Don't you dare trying anything again, yeah ? Let's not have me hurting such a pretty face. "

-" Right, baby ? Let's not make daddy kill yet another angel."

But often in fairytales like this, the spell can't be broken. Invisible chains.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 ( 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨)

A princess in deep slumber, and the lust of a lover...

Warning : non consensual kissing, slide to Hanma's part if you're uncomfortable.

Wasn't Izana's little sister, a succulent, magnificent creature ?

Kakucho lived for his king, but he also lived for moments like this, for watching you from afar, your lively gestures, your glow dripping smile, and the way you always seemed about to just steal the whole world with a bat of lashes.

And Kakucho knew Izana would never suspect his hidden feelings for his sister. His trust in his servant was unwavering, almost a burden too heavy to carry, if you asked Kakucho.

Izana never thought he'll find family again, until learning about the existence of his adorable step sister, his princess that he swore to protect with his life. And on evenings like this, where he had some business to run alone, the only one he trusted around her was Kakucho, for his great displeasure.

It was just beneath him, watching your chest rising and falling peacefully, lips parted, a dreamy sight while you dived deeper in Dreamland.

He was just supposed to watch over the house, and you, while you were sleeping on the couch in front of him. But the small sounds you were making in your slumber kept stealing his eyes, and the way you were squeezing those pretty thighs under that short skirt, kept his gaze captive.

You seemed in pain, you looked needy, rosey colored his cheeks imagining what you were dreaming of, staring at you, again and again rubbing your legs together.

He couldn't tell the exact moment where he found himself kneeling on the floor next to you, calloused fingers gently brushing away soft hair strands away from your delicate face. But he could tell the exact moment, when you parted your glossy lips open, and he leaned over.

His heart missed a beat, you tasted exactly like he thought you would, sweet, soft, plump. Kakucho released your lips, yet to realize what he had just done, but you whined, in your sleep, at the loss of contact, and he was a goner.

A kiss couldn't hurt, he told himself when he kissed you the second time. But holy damn it did, how your breasts were pressed against his chest while he was towering above you, his tongue insidiously caressing yours. It hurt his lower parts that he started to buckle against the couch, it hurt in his hand that began walking in the vaste lands of your skin.

-" Fuck..." It escaped his lips as a grunt, noticing the tiny damp deepening in your now exposed panties from moving so much on the couch.

The flames ravaged his guts, and yours too, he could tell, as his hand rested on your pubis, and a strangled moan escaped your lips.

He's been burned, by his devilish thoughts. Eyes flew open, and almost as fastly, Kakucho flew steps away from you, panting heavily, hand running in his hair.

-" What the... "

He couldn't even realize it, attach what he had just done to his self, he felt dirty, felt so bad that nausea weighed on his throat. How could you make a part of him, that he didn't even knew existed, emerge so easily ?

Horrifying.

He needed to leave.

The door called for him to run, and he answered, rushing toward that one. And as he turned around for a last look at your sleeping shape.

The sleeping beauty has been awaken by a lustful kiss.

𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐳𝐞𝐥 ( 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢) :

A delinquent, an overprotective mother, and a princess who craved the outside world...

Your house, and Hanma Shuji's house was where the spirit meets the bones.

An avenue between the incandescent abundance you grew up into, and his dusty poverty.

As cliché as it seems ( often it is, in fairytales), Hanma's whereabouts were where your eyes liked to land. From your golden cage, his risky, high adrenaline world made your curiosity burn more than any of the brightest corners of your house.

Crescent was shining less than the princess's eyes that night, as again, from her exile tower, she watched the delinquent hiding from a police car, somewhere behind the corners of her house.

Rapunzel thought about her mother, how anxious she was to leave her on her own for the night, although she already was in her early twenties.

Your mother would hate the idea, it was enough for you.

-" Hey !"

Shuji's been startled, for a second thinking they found him and only registering the cute voice after few seconds. His eyes searched for the origin of the sound until you spoke again.

-" Here !"

Ah, the neighbor's daughter. That tight-ass, super hot, rich girl stepping out from Limo to Limo.

He tilted his head to the side curiously, wondering why you even were landing your eyes on him, until you gestured toward the bushes under your window. With anticipation, you stared while he approached the zone, brows furrowed when he noticed the ladder you were hiding there for your wild nights.

-" I can hide you " you shrugged from your window, making him even more confused.

But did he had the time to ask questions ? Absolutely not, hearing the sirens getting closer, he adjusted the ladder and began climbing, soon finding himself at your window.

The size of the mistake was gigantic, letting the monster in should have never occurred.

Hanma found himself in a lush portrait, shallowly eyeing the shiny things in your room, before his eyes landed on the true, real thing in there.

-" Why'd you helped me ?" He asked nonchalantly, brushing the dust away from his gang uniform. And there you stood, for a second inches away from him, confused.

Why did you helped him ?

-" Cause we're... Like, neighbors " you answered like it was an evidence, making him roll his eyes.

-" And so ?" He scoffed, you frowned. " It's not like aristocrats even care about us, the others ". Something in the way he said it had your frustrations rising, you made a step closer toward him, wrong.

-" That's untrue. We do care about you... I do care about you "

You uttered the last part lower, eyes dropping down, intimidated by the smirk that began curling the boy's lips.

Weren't you cute ? He thought. In your little silky pajamas, exposing the skin of your breasts to his hungry eyes.

Yes, the beast started craving the pretty princess, a carnivorous smile painting his features and the heat rushed to your guts.

What a cursed, horrifying, magnificent sight. His one blonde strand falling above his face after all the miles he ran, moonlight shimmering in his golden eyes.

Shuji nonchalantly began turning around you, testing your trust, watching as you tried to stay steady while he glided behind your back, pressing his body to yours. You shivered to the spine, feeling his warm breath hitting your neck, then your heart missed a beat when one of his hands flew to your hips, turning you and him toward the mirror on the wall.

A hand of him, punishment tattoo , wrapped around your throat, smirk widening feeling you gulping down.

-" Oh yeah ? So your telling me, this heart" his hand with the sin tattoo rested on your left breast. " Isn't beating like crazy now ? You telling me you not scared of the big bad Shuji ?"

You should, you undoubtedly should. Yet the sight of him behind you, the height difference between you two, sin on your heart and punishment wrapped rope-like around your throat, you were mesmerized.

-" Uh uh " his smile widened even more, thinking just how much he wanted to ruin that cute face of yours. " you do not scare me, Shuji. "

His name rolling on your tongue, then he lost it. Smell of you drawing his mouth closer to your neck, brushing his lips against the sensitive skin. You sighed, closing your eyes, fear and excitement dripping from the same root inside you.

You are not scared.

-" How brave, lamb. " He murmured, placing kisses on your throat, then with no warning, his sin hand closed rather harshly around your left breast, drawing a sound halfway between a gasp and a moan from you.

-" What a pretty, dumb little lamb..."

Your eyes flew open, feeling him pressing you even more against him, feeling a solid thing pressed to your back, Shuji chuckled noticing your wide-eyed gaze on him.

-" What is it, pretty ? Don't you know what these tits, in these fucking tight clothes, do to me ?"

He could almost feel guilty, seeing the heat rushing to your cheeks. Almost. If you didn't taunted him that bad, maybe.

But you in his arms that way, he knew and wouldn't deny it, was the most precious thing he had ever held.

-" So innocent, such an angel... " He teased, thumb rolling over your hardening nipple, you had to bite your lip to restrain unwanted sounds, but he felt you unconsciously pressing yourself against him.

-" 'm dying right now. Dying to fucking ruin you " he smiled against your cheek, enjoying just how soft your skin were,and though your mouth stood closed, in your hands reaching for his, in your eyes, he could read a thousand do it.

-" You gonna let me ?" His hair strands tickled your neck,you watched as his head rested on your shoulder, golden eyes eating your face raw.

-" is my lamb gonna lemme get that tight pussy ? "

You're yet to realize that what you let inside was far from being Flynn Rider.

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 ( 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢) :

A sick grandma, a grand daughter in red, and a wolf...

The girl in red has seen many things in her life, and went through many muddy paths before. You actually thought you knew the darkest corners to that jungle of town like the back of your hand.

But yes, a jungle, that was what Roppongi was. And the strongest devours the weak, you were yet to realize.

Walking on your grandma crying, nevertheless, was not something you remembered you ever been through. That one was a sunshine, even after she got sick, you've never saw her complaining about the hospital's bills or the pain.

Her flowers shop was her happiness, therefore, you were quite shocked when she told you she was about to close it, then, she explained..

You've witnessed them talking to your grandma before, and you always wondered what that type of guys were doing in a flowers shop. You should have known.

The girl in red, today, walked a new scary woodland, one she would eventually get lost in.

You knocked at the door, and soon, the guy, probably in his twenties opened it.

You knew him for being the older brother, brown and blonde braids, insidious lavender eyes, how could you not remember ? When everytime he was at the shop, you could feel his lavender haze lingering around you?

-" What do we have here, hm ?"

Ran's lazy smile crept up back on his face, his eyes glided down your leg's skin under that red fall dress of yours.

-" I'm here to talk about my grandma's shop." You announced quietly, yet he could not miss how your hands were shaking behind your back, smirking, he answered.

-" I'm all ears, sweetheart. "

Wrinkling your nose slightly, you let that one slide and raised your head, seeking for some inexistent confidence.

-" You can't keep threatening her to give you money. She has hospital bills she has to for, do you delinquents have no other way of making money ? "

Your words got stolen from your mouth, as soon as he left the doorframe making a step toward you. Ran Haitani towered above you, that smirk leaving his face making place for a weary expression.

-" First of all, we did not threaten her. The money is for... Protecting the shop, you know, against Roppongi's delinquents. " He cooed, you rolled your eyes. " And most importantly, go for it again, would you ?"

You frowned, he raised an eyebrow.

-" Try again telling me what I can and can't do, go ahead. 'm waiting. "

He saw rebellion, fire in your eyes that wanted none but to burn him alive. But he saw submission in the way your mouth opened and closed a few times, searching for your words before you realized there was no other way, your eyes fell to the ground.

And somehow, he liked that. He liked that despair on your pretty face.

You almost got startled when his finger raised your chin, so you were staring right at the wolf's opal eyes, his face inches away from yours and his whisper, under his heavy gaze made the heat rush to your lower tummy.

-" But i think... " Ran's thumb glided on the silk of your lips, enjoying your wide pretty gaze on him.

-" I can do without the money, for my pretty girl".

In the original tale of the little red riding hood, the wolf devoured the girl. And there was no one to save her.

In this version, she wanted no one to save her.

-" So fuckin' tight..."

Ran grunt against your neck, you winced, feeling him sinking inside you until he got you rolling your eyes. He, in bliss, drank in the mesmerizing faces you were making, in the way your smaller body molded against his bigger one, he began rolling his hips throwing his head back and sighing loudly.

-" Precious baby feels so good, d'you know just how much I was craving ya?"

You were too spent to even nod, sinking your nails in his back's skin. Everything about him, from his braids tickling your neck to his lips collecting yours, to his hips slamming inside you was like diving in pleasure's black hole.

-" feel how you're clenching 'round me, love. You like em bad guys , don't ya ? Such a... Pretty whore "

His hands were big, the better to hold your thighs. His smirk too, the better to devour you, and when with a deep thrust of him, Ran sent you to overdrive, you understood.

-" That's it, m'baby. Cum on me, make a mess, I'm here for it... All of this to help your grandma, hm ? Such a good fucking girl "

You understood you should go for the wolf. He can see you better, hear you better.

And eat you better.

𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 ( 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢) :

A masquerade,a prince looking for his princess, ans some lingerie...

Takashi Mitsuya thought he'd seen it all, years of working by the most pretty faces, dressing many women bodies, nothing could phase him anymore.

Or he thought.

Everything changed during one fashion show. Valentine's masked fashion show.

Everyone praised the Idea he had, for valentine's day, throwing a spectacular fashion show, many pretty girls of different body sizes walking in splendid lingerie. Some weren't even models, just random girls chosen to emphasize the female's body beauty. And no one would deny, having the girls wearing masks added mystery to the beauty, it was almost... Enchanting.

He eventually came to regret the idea, when his heart beat like a broken drum, and his eyes were naturally drawn to the girl who wore his most magnificent piece.

And since then, everytime he closed his eyes to sleep, you were there, walking in your mindblowing black lace bra and panties, shiny pair of eyes glimmering behind that mask. And the tiny smile you launched toward him right before walking back.

He'd tried telling himself it was none but the effect of not knowing who's hidden behind the mask, or could it be the fact that you were wearing his best creation, but he tried, and no matter how more of his models wore it after you, it wasn't just right. It was just about how in less than one minute, Takashi could learn every edge, every mole, every detail of your body.

Hakkai had enough of seeing his best friend's head in the clouds, tonight was for letting go, for forgetting and that what made him drag Mitsuya in his favorite striptease club.

-" Hold on, i know the perfect girl. That chick can literally make you forget about anything" Hakkai enthusiastically exclaimed, disappearing right after. Takashi sat in one of the booths, tiredly rubbing his eyes. He should be sleeping, why in hell did he let Hakkai bring him in that noisy place ?

As the idea of running away kept creeping up in his mind, his eyes caught sight of his best friend, from the bar, raising both his thumbs at him.

-" Huh... ?"

He soon froze, a shadow towering above his sitting form, and his lavender eyes met the stripteaser Hakkai was talking about.

Just you and your black set of lingerie, you and the moles, the details, the edges to your body, you who bend over to cup his face, your cleavage popping out right under his gaze.

-" Such a pretty boy... " You whispered in a low, cute voice that he thought was killing him slow. Mitsuya gulped down when your legs parted to stand on top of him, beginning to sway your hips for him, he couldn't keep his eyes away from your face.

No he was wrong to think it was the magic in the mystery, that as soon as he would see your face, that craving would vanish like the sun behind the clouds. Nothing could make the sun vanish, it burns, and burns insidiously, making everything gravitate toward it.

And you knew, he could tell, observing the smirk on your face.

But Cinderella's prince wasn't really one, she was yet to realize, when he pulled her by the wrist to sit on his lap, feeling the bulge of him between her legs. Mitsuya leaned over, face close to yours with his thumbs resting on your cheeks, his raw voice murmured.

-" Been looking for ya everywhere, you know that, hm ?"

It was fascinating, how with a simple smile, you manage to steal his heartbeats as much. You nodded.

-" was actually fun to see the prince making all the ladies try the shoe " you joked, catching the wolfish smirk curling his beautiful lips.

-" You're so fucking cute, thinking you're real smart right now..."

That is basically when Cinderella ended, with the prince carriage leaving with both of them in.

But the truth is...

That was only where the "fairy" part of the fairytale ended.

Because after midnight, Cinderella and her prince were still in his car.

-" Princess's so pretty... already going dumb on my cock " Takashi had his arms behind his head, biceps popping up, half-lidded lavender eyes and the corner of his mouth slightly pulled up, watching you struggling to ride him.

-" Taka', help me... Please, wanna cum-"

You were shushed by his hand abruptly squeezing your cheeks together, stern glare on you.

-" Sir. For you, it's sir."

-" Sir, wanna cum, please, can't take no more !"

And it was true, your thighs were burning from bouncing on him, your cunt aching from his impressive length. You watched the smirk in his pretty face widening, thumb rolling over your lip.

-" Hm, my pretty girl wants me to fuck her pussy better, doesn't she ?" You nod eagerly, relief painting your face before you realized.

The "fairy" part of the fairytale ended.

-" It's okay baby, i got you. " His hands circled your hips, bruising grip on your bare flesh he adored so much. Your eyes widened when with a forceful thrust, he hit a spongy spot inside you, making you cry out.

-" but don't you dare complain. My dick's been aching to ruin you, jus' be my good girl and take all of me, yeah ?"

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧 ( 𝐊𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐣𝐢 ) :

A low class lover boy, a rich princess, and her hand promised to another...

-" I don't honestly know why it keeps breaking down, the other mechanics don't know either. Guess you're the only one who knows how to speak to my bike " the shorter guy joked, earning a smirk from Draken who was squatting down next to the bike.

If he only knew...

-" Meh, don't worry dude, I got you " Draken answered.

That the only reason why it kept breaking down...

-" Ain't he the best ? Always ready to save the day. " The rich old man gestured toward Draken, his son in law nodded.

Was because Draken did it in purpose just to see you ?

His eyes naturally drifted toward you, on the other side of the giant yard, sunbathing on a deck chair by the pool. His eyes glided down the single drop of sweat rolling between the valley of your breasts.

-" Ken... " he remembered how your small voice moaned his name, while his big hands hugged your waist on top of him, rolling his tongue over your nipple.

-" What is it that you need, love ?" He whispered, and he couldn't believe, as perfect as you are, how would you even look at him.

He had to look away, when you got ready to jump in the pool, popping up your butt in that bikini. They didn't notice.

He remembered, hands on those pretty ass cheeks, while he had you bent over your promised fiancee's bike.

-" Look how wet you are... Such a slut, dripping on ya man's bike. "

-" Ken, Ken it's too... Too much " oh with that voice of yours, choking on your words, he wished he could just kiss you until stealing the remaining breath in your lungs.

-" But he can't do this, can he ?" Draken's lips brushed against your ear, hand pulling your hair back. " He can't stuff this lil pussy like i can, can he ? No one can, yeah baby ? Can't have such a good girl moaning like a whore ".

So he came back, again and again. Watching another man, richer, classier, holding the hand of the girl he loved.

-" we got some business to talk about now " your father adjusted his suit, patting his son in law's shoulder. That one nodded. " We're gonna leave you to it, Draken. Thanks for coming again, son. "

-" No need, sir. You can count on me "

His eyes naturally found you again, drops of water dripping out of that body he loved so much.

-" Would you lemme take a pic ? " He murmured against your neck. " Have my pretty girl's pussy saved on my phone ?"

And he waved goodbye to your fiancee, a smirk on his face.

Oh he could count on him.

Not knowing that by the end of the fairytale, Aladdin would be running away with his wife.

With Draken's kid fucked inside you.

862 notes · View notes

tojiisprincess · 10 months

Text

dinner date with Draken -`♡´-

(୨୧ᵕ̤ᴗᵕ̤)

The restaurant that Draken chooses is really pretty, Tables with white tablecloths, silver cutlery … A simple date. Draken sees your eyebrows furrowed, concentrating, while reading the menu.

“All is good princess?”

You look up, loving the nickname.

“I don’t know what to pick :( “

You pout, making Draken smile discreetly.

“Tell me with what you’re hesitating.”

You show him some dishes, asking him what he’s picking.

“I think I’m gonna take the prim ribs.”

“I’m surprised!”

A small laugh escapes your lips. Draken eats a lot of meat and never hesitates to eat it in restaurants. He watches you laugh with a discreet little smile.

“Maybe take the pastas.”

You nod and close the menu. Draken is handsome, his hair is as usual, a white shirt and black pants. You love him, so so much.

Finally, after ordering your dishes come and you will finally be able to taste your pasta. You take a few bites after saying bon appetite to your lover.

“Ken you wanna taste it?”

He nods. You wrap some pasta around your fork and point it at Draken. He wolfs down the food, letting you retrieve your fork.

“Very good princess”

(sorry if there is any mistakes, english is not my first language)

#draken #draken headcanons #draken fluff #draken x female reader #draken x reader #draken x reader fluff #draken x y/n #draken x you #ken ryuguji #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokrev draken

172 notes · View notes

kenslilove · 11 months

Text

᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Happy Birthday, Ken

a.n: sorry this is late. Ken’s birthday is on the 10th of may but I wasn’t active then… but I’m active now! And I thought I’d share my first piece of writing with y’all 💖 it’s been a while, so my apologies if this is a little rusty. I hope you enjoy it all the same!

w. fem!reader x draken, mostly fluff, implied NSFW at the end, use of daddy, dom/sub dynamics.

Draken wasn’t one to make a big deal of his birthday. Growing up, he never really had someone to celebrate with, and even when he did, it took him years before he actually told Mikey when his birthday was. It came out randomly in conversation when Mitsuya noticed that Draken’s birthday was the only one they never celebrated altogether.

“It's May 10th”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Chifuyu asked, curious with a cocked brow.

Ken just shrugs. “It’s just a birthday.”

None of the boys seemed to push it. And when his birthday did come around, a few “happy birthdays” were spared, as well as a couple of small gifts that Ken would always say were not necessary, but say thank you anyway.

But, you were a little different. Ken was special. More special than anyone else. And you always made it your goal to make sure he knew just how special he was on his birthday.

—

Ken rolled out of bed at the same time he did every day. When the rising sun started to crack through the blinds and always managed to hit him square in the eye every time. Despite the scowl on his lips and the furrow in his brow, he pulls the covers from himself, leaning over to press a fond kiss to your forehead as he always does.

It makes you stir only the slightest bit, your body now turned and face snuggled into the side of his pillow as if you’re seeking him, even in your sleep.

It makes him smile to himself.

He’s out of bed before thoughts of staying cuddled in bed with you take over. He’s quick in the bathroom, doing his usual routine of using the toilet, slipping on new boxers and sweatpants, washing his face, using your moisturizer, brushing his teeth and finally braiding his hair. It’s something that has become a ritual to Ken, tying off the black braid effectively before heading to the kitchen.

But not before he leaves one more smooch against your cheek.

He opened up the fridge, where the first surprise of the day occurs.

There's a small cake in there, covered in a layer of white cream. With his typical furrowed brow, Ken pulls the platter from the fridge to read the pink icing on top.

Happy Birthday, Lovey!

Hearts, smiley faces, flowers and stars cover up the rest of the surface, and attached to the plate is a heart-shaped sticky note reading:

“Take a piece to work! It’s white chocolate– you’re favourite!! More to come later!”

And your name is signed off with a little heart, as it usually is.

“Goof,” Ken murmurs to himself, and yet, the smile on his face is wide, basically, a full-blown grin as he cuts a piece for himself to add to his usual lunch. He brings the note with him too, just so he can reread it during his break and hear your voice in his head.

Once at work, Ken got his usual birthday hug from Inui, along with a clap on the back that causes bickering between the two for a couple of minutes. The two get settled into their grove quickly, Inui behind the counter shuffling through paperwork while Draken squats before a bike, inspecting its engine now that he’s fixed what seemed to be the problem.

“So, are you going to have a party?”

“Nah,” Ken responds, and it makes Inui’s roll his eyes.

“Sorry, is your girl throwing you a party?”

Ken snorts, shaking his head a little as he tightens a loose bolt. “I dunno, but probably. I tell her every year to quit wasting her time.”

It takes everything in Inui not to smack Draken across the head. Instead, he settles on throwing his pencil at him, which Ken easily evades despite his focus on the bike. “Cut that shit out–”

“Be grateful you’ve got a pretty thing wanting to celebrate you.”

“She is pretty, isn’t she?”

“Ken,” Inui says through a small chuckle, which finally gets him to look up. Inui has a lazy smirk on his lips. “She’s not wasting her time. She’s celebrating you because she loves you.”

Ken looks away from Inui then and doesn’t say a word. He knows, he knows better than anyone just how much you love him. And that's because he loves you just as much, if not more. Ken can feel the tips of his ears heating up, just the slightest bit, and even though Inui drops the topic at that, he can’t help but smile to himself noticing Ken work a little harder, his face gets a little redder.

—-

It’s right after lunch when a delivery is made to the shop, one that has Inui confused momentarily before he realizes exactly what it is. “Ken.” He called out, to which Ken replies by poking his head out from the backroom.

“Got my hands full Sei, what's up?”

“Birthday treat from your girl arrived.” There are only a few seconds between Inui’s declaration before he starts to hear things getting shuffled around quicker in the back. It makes him laugh to himself as he places the brown paper bag down on the front desk.

“Ah? But she already made me a cake this morning, this girl–” He stepped out from the back, a bit of grease on his fingers that he quickly wipes away on his coverall. The brown bag is one he recognized, the label belongs to his and your’s favourite coffee shop. Inside the bag are two drinks. A large black coffee, and a medium caramel latte.

And of course, one of those adorable heart-shaped sticky notes. How you worked it into the delivery bag will forever remain a mystery to the boys.

“Although it isn’t Sei’s birthday, he deserves something sweet.” Ken reads the note out loud, which makes Inui hum in delight, scooping up the drink and sniffing in its sweet scent. It makes Ken scoff playfully, shaking his head as he continues reading. “Drink up, handsome birthday boy. See you when you get home.” The words left Ken’s heart fluttering behind his ribcage.

“You’re so down bad.”

“Shut the hell up,” Ken replied in a gruff tone, with his brows drawn and his lips frowned but he still took a hefty drink of his favourite coffee, still slipped the note into his pocket along with the other note.

He was incredibly down bad.

—

Home time couldn’t come soon enough, so Ken was more than grateful to open the door, being met with the sounds of one of your favourite playlists, and the savoury smell of something downright delicious. It made him sigh in contentment, work bag dropping from his shoulder right in the entrance way.

“Little love”

“Ken!” You appeared before him almost as quickly as the squeal had left your lips. He had braced himself, arms held open wide as you jumped him. Your legs latched around his hips tightly, arms locked around his neck. His large palms cupped your ass, kept you held close to his body as his nose nuzzled gently into the top of your head.

“Hey, babygirl.”

“Happy Birthday, Lovey.” You murmur back to him, the sweet sound only making his heart do flips within his chest. That, and the feeling of your fingertips leaving heart-shaped outlines along the back of his neck.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He lifts his head and you follow suit. You’re both grinning at one another and Ken caves first, his lips slotting against yours. The kiss is sweet, and much needed on both of your ends. Your palms slowly smooth up the sides of his neck, while Ken’s pulls you in closer, unable to resist the urge to squeeze at the supple flesh of your rear–

“Okay okay birthday boy–” Your words are muffled against his lips, as well as the sweet sounds of your giggling. Ken pulled back, reluctantly, and couldn’t even help but pout as you wiggled your way out of his arms. “We gotta save that for later, okai? Your dinner is almost done!” And there you went scurrying off back into the kitchen.

“Oh is it? What did you make, sunshine? It smells fuckin awesome.” Draken kicks his boots off, following on your tail. It’s only now that he’s able to get a really good look at you, standing before the stove and multiple pans. You wear his apron, which is looped around your waist twice to keep it from falling. Underneath you wear that pretty pink dress he bought you for your last birthday.

Like you knew it was his favourite on you.

“Spicy curry of course, with a side of chicken wings!” You announce proudly, just as Ken loops his arms around you from behind, his chin coming to rest comfortably on the top of your head. “Chicken wings with spicy Thai sauce to be extact–”

“God, I love you.” It's spoken lowly, softly from Ken. He doesn’t let you respond, because he grabs your chin and turns your head, connecting his lips with yours once more. You giggle against his mouth, checks flushed as he pulls back just enough to playfully bump his nose against your own.

Something the two of you had done since you started dating. You can still remember the look of shock and distaste on Ken’s face the first time you did it, and now here he was doing it himself.

“I love you too, handsome.” Ken could have sworn there were little hearts in your eyes as you reply to him, and he wouldn’t want it any other way. “Now sit, sit!! I’m trying to spoil you on your special day.”

“Cookin dinner is enough baby–”

“No no no–” You interrupt him, taking his hand and dragging him to the table. He can’t help the chuckle that leaves him as you sit him down in his usual spot, pressing a kiss to his cheek and then scurrying off to the fridge to pull out his favourite beer. “We haven’t been able to spend the day together because we both worked, so let me spoil you, please Ken?”

“You know what would really spoil me?” He muses, using both palms to pull you into his lap before you have the chance to run off again. Your squeak only makes his grin grow in size, his lips leaving a little trail down the side of your neck, goosebumps forming in their wake. “Having my pretty baby in my lap. That would be a real treat.”

“In due time!” You whine back at him, and although it's so very tempting to just give into him and his sly touches, his wandering lips, you managed to break free, shooting a pout in his direction which makes his grin grow into that shit-eating one you’ve grown so fond of. “But first, want you to eat this dinner I worked so hard on.” The whine that stays in your tone as you start to pull everything from the stove leaves him laughing, cracking open his beer and taking a gulp as you plate the food for him.

Truly, you were too good to him.

“Oh, I’m gunna eat all of it, little love. Fuck I’m starving.”

“Good.” You replied, more than pleased as you set a steaming plate before him. “Eat up, birthday boy.”

You end up caving to half of his desires because rather than sitting in your chair, you sit right in his lap as the two of you have dinner. You chat like you always do, about work, about your days, slipping in laughter between bites and exchanging small kisses when you have the chance. You finish up long before Ken, who makes well on his promise and eats everything you made for him. His last bite of curry has his eyes closing in delight, humming around his fork as his free hand gently massages your thigh.

“That was the best fuckin curry I’ve ever had.”

“You said that on your last birthday!”

“Hmm, and I meant it then too.” He mutters, glancing at you to see a slight flush on your cheeks, a flush that he has grown incredibly fond of. “You know how to make a man happy, little love.”

“Don’t hold your breath.” You say playfully, which earns you an eye roll and a barrage of kisses that get sprinkled all over your face and neck. You start squealing, arching back in an attempt to escape only for one of Ken’s big hands to press up against your spine, pulling you in closer, making his kisses even more sloppy.

He only lets up when you suddenly nibble at his cheek, which would have caught him off guard had he not been very used to you and your affectionate biting by now. Instead, he just laughs, making a one-off joke about how the food must not have been enough if you were already munching on him.

“Alright, m’not done spoiling you lovey.” You announce, hopping from Ken’s lap as soon as his arms loosen up on you. He raises a brow at that, amusement still very much evident in his eyes as you take his hand again, leading him toward the bathroom.

“What’s next, beautiful?”

“You’re gunna take a long, relaxing shower with the new body scrub I bought you.” You announce proudly, pushing the room door open to reveal candles already lit, and fresh fluffy towels waiting to be used.

“Mmm, and you’re joinin me?” Ken questions, eyeing the setup. He notices the new products, and the love you’ve put behind every detail. It was one of the many things about you that made him putty in your hands.

That adorable flush was back on your face, and as a bonus, you even started nibbling on your bottom lip. “I wish lovey. But, I have to finish setting up your other surprises–”

“What could be better than a long, steamy shower with my girl?” Ken’s voice dropped an octave, to the one he knows sends shivers up your spine. He pulls you up against his chest, palm cupping your cheek and thumb rubbing fondly at your bottom lip. “Cause I don’t think nothin’s gunna top that”

The hesitation is evident in your gaze, that and the way Ken can tell just how tempted you are to take his thumb between your two plump lips. He loved that you were wrapped just as tightly around his finger as he was with yours.

But you fought off the temptations with a little pout, pulling from Ken reluctantly and pushing him closer to the shower. “You’re really tempting, you know that mister? But I simply cannot.” You start to tug at his shirt, revealing his abs and it makes him laugh with just how rushed you act suddenly. Probably an attempt at hiding how badly you wanted him. “Now get this butt into the shower, c'mon.”

“Alright alright, you don’t have to strip me.” And although he sighs, he pulls his shirt off the rest of the way. He leans down, lips puckered, and you happily give him a sweet smooch before taking a few steps back. You linger around enough to see him strip down to just his boxers, and he can feel you staring at him without even having to look at you.

You were so damn cute.

“Thought you had things to tend to, little love–”

“I do! I do! See you soon! Enjoy!” The way you babble out your reply and scamper so quickly from the bathroom just has Ken smiling to himself, chuckling lowly. Damn, was ever he lucky to have you.

He does as you tell him, and takes his time in the shower. The warm water feels so nice against his skin, and the new scrub you got him was just as good as you said it would be. It seemed to wash off all his stresses and anxieties from the day, leaving him feeling fresh and light as it washed off his toned body. He made a mental note to use the scrub on you, whenever you let him shower with you next (which in his brain, he wanted sooner rather than later).

He stepped from the shower, steam following suit as he rings the remaining water from his black hair. It's then that his eyes narrow in on another heart-shaped sticky note. Just the sight of it makes his heart beat faster, nibbling on the inside of his cheek as he reaches for it. “Little sneak… didn’t even hear her come back in here.”

He reads over the note, eyes widening a bit as curiosity starts to swarm his brain, clouding his thoughts.

Meet me in the garage, I’m looking for something to ride ♡

“Fuck.” Desire already laces his tone. He’s not one hundred percent sure what his sweet girl has planned for him, but her wording alone has him slipping on his sweats and a black t-shirt that you had so kindly left for him.

He slipped on his sandals to head to the garage, far too impatient to tug his boots on. And what was waiting for him was even better than he could have imagined. It had him stopping dead in his tracks, eyes a bit wide, cock visibly twitching underneath his grey sweats.

There you were, sitting pretty perched on his bike. You were wearing nothing, other than a pair of lacy pink panties, and a matching garter. And course held snug to your neck was your collar, the heart tag with his name dangling and reflecting the dim lights within the garage. You were nibbling on the tip of your finger, flush covering your cheeks and going all the way down to cover your neck and collar bones. Your feet shuffle a bit on the cold floor, legs spreading just a bit to show that the crotch of your panties was already wet, beckoning him forward.

“Hi, Daddy…~” You murmur shyly, and it makes Ken groan. In two strides he’s before you, palms swallowing your waist. He can feel how you shiver when his thumbs brush over your ribs, fingers already trembling slightly as they smooth up his biceps.

“Hello, Little love…” He speaks back, his lips already ghosting over yours, making our head tilt back slightly to meet his gaze as his hands start to smooth up the valley of your stomach, thumb nudging over your already perked and hard nipple. “Look at you…”

“Told you the last surpise would be worth it.” You say, your smile shy and a bit sheepish as your fingers smooth over Ken’s muscles, the little charm hanging from your collar dingling like a sweet bell to Draken’s ears.

“So worth it.” He agrees, keeping his hands on you even as you stand up. Your chest pushes up flush against him, making your breasts swell against him. That alone has Ken’s cock twitching in delight, licking at his bottom lip. His pupils were already starting to dilate as desire started to take over.

“M’gunna ride you… on your ride, Daddy.” Your voice is soft, still shy despite how filthy the context was. Ken made sure to make a mental note to praise you on that later, because he knew just how hard it was for you to put your dirty thoughts into words, and use your words. You were being such a good girl, just for him.

“Mmm, fuck yea you are.” His hands tighten on your hips once more, and to your surprise he hauls you back onto his bike. Your brows furrow in confusion when he kneels between your thighs, his name sitting in question on the tip of your tongue.

But that question quickly gets replaced with a soft gasp as Ken presses a firm, sweet kiss against the crotch of your panties. He even snags the fabric with his teeth, letting snap back against your pussy so he can see you jump a little, hear you squeal, just for him. “But first, Daddy wants his dessert.”

“B-But Daddy” You whine to him, but its a weak whine, your fingers tangling into his still damp hair to help ground yourself as he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder. His fingers tease at the pretty frills on the garter belt, while he leaves soft, open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs. “It’s your birthday… I wanna treat you.”

“And you will.” He reassures, finally pulling your panties to the side to get a look at his favourite gift. Your cute pussy lips are already slicked up, strings of your arousal webbing together even as you flutter and clench for him. “But I need a taste. Okay sweetheart?”

His nose nudges your clit, and you moan in contentment, nodding quickly as your legs lock together over his shoulders. “Okay Daddy…” Before you become too fucked out from his tongue alone, you make sure to murmur to him.

“Happy Birthday, Ken, Happy Brithday, Lovey.”

“Thank you, Little Love.”

PROPERTY OF @KENSLILOVE . DO NOT COPY, PASTE, OR POST ONTO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS, COMMENTS AND FEEDBACK ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED ‼️

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev fluff #tr fanfic #tr fluff #tr draken #draken fluff #draken x reader #draken x female reader #draken x you #draken x y/n #ken ryuuguji x reader #ken ryuuguji x you #ken ryuuguji x y/n #ken ryuuguji #ken ryuuguji fluff

219 notes · View notes

chrissshub · 2 years

Text

LUST A.K.A THE HEART’S YEARNING

FT. KEN “DRAKEN” RYUGJI

PAIRINGS: Plug!Draken x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

cw: dubcon, use/mention of marijuana, public sex, vouyerism, slight exhibition, fingering, grinding, riding, overstimulation, premature ejaculation, cervix fucking

XOXO, CHRIS: I know it’s been a little minute since I wrote for tr but let this make up for it, ‘kay?

Within the haze of flashing lights and wispy spirits of smoke around the room or maybe even the weed baking in his system but…he swears you’re an angel.

In a room full of people, drinks, laughter, all he sees is you.

You in the pretty yellow dress standing from across the room, taking on the role of observer rather than a participant. That pert glossy pout that puckers whenever a free spirit wanders too close your way. It might even be the glint in your eyes begging to save you from the madness.

And maybe fate’s begging for him to play your knight in shining armor but for now, it’s taking a lot for Draken to focus strictly on you.

Left and right is all he’s got and both his left and right are compromised by pesky customers and drunken girls itching for a taste of him. It’s easy—too easy for someone of integrity to fall into the pit of content.

He needs a challenge, just the right person to make him question his very ways. It’s a gamble but he’s betting even the thought on you. His hands sink into the flimsy leather cushion, the six-foot-four hull of a man rising to the air. Just Draken’s presence alone is enough to turn heads.

Yet should the sole of his boot even hit the ground, he’s suffering beneath the most sickening of stares. Hues of blue, green, brown, and not a single one could amount to what yours holds in stores.

He’s gaining on you, cutting into your world with just a few feet to spare. This isn’t like Draken at all—breaking his silence just to be known to one person. He’s usually okay with letting those that pique his interest pass him by—but for a special case like you, the risk’s worth taking. It’s that bet he’s made to himself, wishing that you’d be just what he needs.

Draken’s suffering beneath more than just those stares, he’s succumbed to symptoms of suspense. Waves of heat

Slicked with the sweat of nerves, his hand slipped deep into his pockets, clutching at the inner black cotton of his sweatpants. Ringing ears replace the shuddering bass of the stereo and his poor heart is laced with the heaviest pangs.

It takes your presence to ease Draken from his thoughts. Just to see you leaned against the room’s white wall, arms folded behind the curve of your spine without a care for disturbance—his disturbance.

Draken brings his tongue to the soft plush of his lips, a single wet drag combing at the shielded confidence. He has to talk to you. Being near you wasn’t enough to satiate that urge bubbling in the depth of his tummy. Words, a laugh, even a staged cough would do, just something had to escape him.

“Having fun?”

That’s the first thing that comes to his mind. It’s a simple question, one that actually holds more meaning than he’d expect. Draken’s anxious to pick at your mind, take you and whatever courses through that pretty brain of yours as his own.

And the very question he’s doubting wasn’t in vain—He’s gained your attention, your sights finally settling onto his. The twinkle in your eyes already soothes him, offering him a chance to drop that reinforced guard he wears.

He can feel it, his heart slowing, his ears drowning out the world to take in yours. Your head falls into a tilt, lips pursed and prepared to offer him some reply.

“Fun?…gonna have to get back to you on that. It’s an experience, though.”

A smile ends your response to him but begins Draken’s intrigue in you. Your lips curl so perfectly that it’s almost breathtaking, an artwork he’s blessed to admire.

He’s sold— falling over himself over a smile. Draken’s made up his mind—you’re the one he wants. It’s shown all through his body. His shoulders finally lose that tense waiver of dominance, his eyes ease from his usual sweltering gaze just to match your own.

Now he’s really looking for the words, something to keep you inclined to him. “I kinda noticed you over here. Just leaning back and taking it all in. Thought I’d join you.”

“I will take the company…Draken, right?”

A brow perks at your words. To say he’s surprised is an understatement of sorts but that still won’t replace the truth from his mind. Truth is, Draken is shocked that you know him. He isn’t one to judge from looks but he knows someone like you shouldn’t know someone like him.

“You know who I am?”

“ ‘Course I do. Draken,” your lips curling into a grin. “You’re the campus plug who barely says more than he has to. I hear all the girls talking about you.”

There’s a certain delight that breaks across Draken. It’s all over his face. The frown he’s prone to wearing sheds into a grin and the pale sheen of his skin bleeds with an amusing blush.

That’s all he needs to break character—to know that you’re aware of who he is. You know exactly what kind of business he’s set deep into, all the trouble that’s bound to find him…but here you are, giving the man a smile worth more than he’s ever sold.

It’s no wonder why he’s so anxious. You’re perfect, all he wants but shouldn’t have. It’s selfish of him to want you. The wandering eyes of others fall onto you both, selfishness turns protection at the flick of a switch.

He’s racking through his brain to find the next topic, something to keep you in his presence for just a second longer. But all it takes is the bat of your lashes to shatter whatever composure Draken held. Suddenly, he‘s craving the warmth of your thighs around his waist, your nails etching into his skin, the heat of your lips smothering against his own.

His mouth may have run dry with what to say but his thoughts are dripping with lust. Draken’s searching for some way to mark you as his own. All he can conjure up is breaking away from the scene, away from whoever and whatever threatens his intentions for you.

“You wanna…go outside with me? Better than being stuck inside this place?” The suggestion endowing his slender digits pointing towards the beckoning door.

“Sure,” you hum, offering the man another modest curl of your lips.

At your lead, Draken’s following right behind you. He feels driven to be in all honesty. He’s hanging on every inch of you, taking in the delicate sway of your hips, the soft mumbles of excuses and thanks blessing the air; everything. It’s something he’s only ever heard about from others caught in Cupid’s arrow, the tunnel vision befalling his blown pupils.

For the first time in his life, he’s in a room full of people and his attention is set on you alone.

The groupie girls, pestering customers, all disappear the moment he’s in reach of the front door. The frame becomes a portal to him, introducing Draken to another world. The night’s brisk wind pulls him from his reflections and right back into the reality he’s worked for—you at his side and away from all that wasn’t him.

He’s leaned against the house’s white beam just to watch you settle onto the porch couch, your body sinking into the plush cushions. Or the way your hands fall into a polite fold over your plump thighs, tugging at the clingy yellow dress adorning you.

“Y’know, you’ve been looking at me like that all night.”

“Like what?” the coy nature laces within his voice.

He can’t play dumb for long, he knows that. Shame crowds, faint prickles of heat surfacing at the highs of his cheeks.

“‘M sorry if I’ve been, it’s just that you’re so pretty I can’t help myself. I just like good girls, y’know?”

He’s managed to steal a giggle from your lungs, his eyes hinged over the toothy smile consuming your lips. Though, silence falls over you and Draken, leaving the bare flickers of stares to fill the space.

He’s avid to keep you alone for as long as time wills it. You’re on a whole different level than what he’s used to. He understands it’ll take more than a few smooth words and smirks to keep your attention, a fact he’s prepared for.

“Mm, here, I’ve got something for us, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Draken’s got the better of himself with the haste he carries and the suggestion put into the air. He’s so excited to have you alone that the adrenaline’s made him nothing but a drunken fool. Setting himself beside you wasn’t the issue, it’s what he’s had yet to consider, what it means for him to move nothing but sheer instinct.

You’re so much closer than before, so much that his brain can’t help but spiral on a dizzying spree. Your warmth brushed against his leg, the faint scent of your perfume reaching his nose.

To ground himself, Draken’s hand stinks deep into the pockets of his black sweatpants. The bare curve of his digits catch onto the sole remedy to the fool he’s made of himself thus far. The muffled ripple of the frail paper rattles in his hold, Draken perked onto the treasure he’s set to indulge.

“Uh…have you ever…smoked weed before?”

“No,” the tinge of reluctance clings to the last letter.

“Do you wanna try it now…with me? Only if you feel up to–”

“I don’t mind. I’ve been so interested in it lately, why not try it with the best of the best?”

You really shouldn’t have said that. Though, it’s not your fault that you aren’t aware of what you’ve done to the man.

Right before your very eyes, the college’s enigma plug…is blushing…at your hand. The swarm of red engulfs the tips of his nose and the high cushions of his cheekbones. He’s even shaking now as he dips back for the lighter.

“Y-You–uh– wanna take a hit?” he mumbles, flickering the sliver wheel of the lighter. The flare of flames brushe along the twisted head of the blunt, the heat catching onto its prey. The immediate smell of musk hits the air and fills your nose, violent stings attacking your innocent awareness.

You can’t help but observe Draken from beside you as he places the tanned end to his lips. He’s so calm compared to you. Nothing’s interfering with him, not the heat consuming the blunt, not the smell that wrecks your senses, not even the thick cloud of smoke that threatens his very sight. his to the trivial task.

Through all that, he still isn’t breaking.

“Put this end in your mouth,” he directs, hovering the end about your mouth. You give a single nod of compliance before parting your lips around the filter, sealing it within the plush pout.

“Like this?” your muffled inquiry chiming towards his ears. Draken can’t hide his amusement. The chuckle that barrels from his lungs is great but the smile gracing his lips couldn’t begin to compare.

You’re cute, the cutest girl he’s had at his side. Something so simple as your urge for assurance pulled more care from his heart than he believed to carry.

“Just like that, Gorgeous. ’M gonna light this part here again ‘nd when you feel even the slightest bit of heat, inhale and hold it in, ‘kay.”

At the sudden strike of the smoke building in your lungs, a heavy cough is all you can retract. Licks of staggering stings dance along your lash line, the webbing tears colling the roused heat beneath your skin. His hand lays along your hunched back, the pads of his thumbs softly swirling about your hunkered spine.

Out of courtesy, Draken’s hand reaches to retrieve the blunt from the weary hold you carry over it.

“No, no sweetheart. Lemme show you.”

The tips of his digits set along the filter of the blunt, tugging the bit from the tight pout of your lips. With a grin, he welcomes to fill his hefty lungs, his chest rising only for the tunnel of his lips to push

In the corner of his eyes is when he’s noticing it, your lips grazing along his own. Just between the sliver of what sight his squint gives him, he’s blessed to see the thick cloud of smoke streaming from his mouth into your own. The dusting about your lips, down to the thinned glare of your eyes.

“Where’d you learn that at?” He’s spitting out, the lids of his eyes breaking their narrow glare.

“I saw it in a video once. I look pretty cool, so—”

The last bit of your thoughts have no chance of escape the moment Draken leans in. He’s finally at his limit, that slick move of yours bringing him to his own end.

At the alarming smother of your cushiony lips, he’s whimpering a song of relief. Soft, delicate, gentle is all Draken is, his lips catching onto yours. He’s doing his best to hold onto the lit joint, but only the heavens know how desperate he is to touch you.

Draken’s the first to pull away, capturing another drag of smoke with a jumbling statement.

“I’m gonna teach you everything I know, Pretty.”

He’s swift to invite you upon his thigh, pulling the arch of your spine to rest along his chest. His mind leads him to elsewhere, lust consuming his every move. He’s tugging at your dress with rich desire.

All he needs is the subtle lift of your hips to continue his endeavors, bringing the hem to rest along your waist. Just as he’s got you right in his mist, Draken’s reminded of what his goal truly was, the very thing that’s brought you to him.

“I got you. Just breathe it in and out. ‘M all you need to relax right now.”

You decide to take him on for all he’s worth. The trust you put into Draken seals itself the moment your lips clasp around the blunt. The clouds of smoke flood your senses, striking every bit of your body into a new tune. A burst of heat swallows you in, consuming your body in waves of blissful adrenaline. Your eyes hang low, the muscles loosen from their trained form, and your thoughts are free of any true restriction.

You can finally notice it, the world around you in a different light. The night’s wind cuts cleaner against your skin, and the strums of Draken’s fingers along your clit sank into the very depths of your core.

“Good, do it again fr’ me” he’s praising, burying his boyish smile within the crook of your neck. The fresh build of smoke from your lungs sweeps over his skin, free of laggard breaths or deathly heaves. He’s pleased—more than pleased with how quickly you’ve picked up the craft. He can feel it too, the change of your chest easing off the tension with each pull you take.

You’re a quick learner, a quality he can’t but admire. He has to do it now, show some gratitude for your quick ways. That’s why the heavy hold upon your hips wanders far off into forbidden places, dusting along the ridges of your black panties. His lips come to nip at the curve of your ear, the fan of his breath grazing over your flushed skin.

“See, it’s not so bad. Lemme reward you, it’s what you deserve.”

The pads of his fingers slip past the plush fat of cunt’s lips to rest heavily against your clit, the faint thumps of your heart melding into his touch. He’s lusting after you, yet reduced to using your pussy to satiate the hunger. He’s gentle with you, pulling at a lick of his force to tease your clit into a daring swirl. His digits pass over the cute bulb with delicate care, ensuring that every nerve beneath his touch knows of his care.

Draken’s drinking it all in—the swelling heat of your clit, the cute twitches falling frail at his touch, all now finally in his grasp. He’s so far gone into his fantasy that he’s almost missed the little squeak cracking from your voice.

“D-Dra..Ken,” the slurs of your voice breaking the air. “Am I ‘pose to feel…like this?”

Draken’s trail of pecks breaks away from the pulse of your neck, his lips needing to rest right along your jaw. His kisses come with a smirk, the very curve of his lips etching into your skin.

“Aww, like what, Baby? Gotta tell so I can fix it.”

“Heavy, like I really need something…now.”

Chuckles burst from Draken’s chest. The pads of his fingers slip from the honeyed warmth of your walls to cup at your clit, bestowing a flutter of pinches upon the raw bud.

“Feelin’ it here, right? That’s what it does to you. Don’t you think I’m feeling it too?”

All it takes is a second for you to fully compute Draken’s words. He’s right, he is feeling that same longing pull, that same sensation of all his blood rushing to fill out every inch of his cock. That alone could explain the sitting snug between the plush curve of your ass.

He’s pulling you to face him, that same greed driving him mad. You’re forced to press the swells of your chest against his own, closing any and all space existing between you both.

The look on his face has you eager—dark eyes blown with lust, a grin smeared from corner to corner, all with his skin thrown into a blushed fury. It’s a cute display for him to put on, all his wants and desires laid bare. You’re eager to accept his offer, unsure of how strong your own urges were set to grow.

“Now, I can fix it for the both of us. You just gotta tell me what you want, and it’s all yours.”

“But what if someone sees us?” you offer as a rebuttal.

“So?” He scoffs heavily. “ They’re just gonna know you’re all mine. No other way I’d have it.”

That’s all you really needed to hear, Draken’s word bringing some sense of reassurance. Lithe hands are quick to settle along the broad strip of his shoulders, joining the melding silhouette your bodies create. It’s almost mindless how you move about the man.

It’s a heavy daze but you can’t help it, the ache sitting between your legs is for Draken to ease and him alone. So when your fingers inch to tug at the waistband of his sweats, he isn’t set on denying you. He’s helping you, dipping his hips until the constricting band sits midway of his thighs.

The heavy curve of his cock strikes the lips of your cunt, sinking through the puffy mounds. He’s nuzzled so deep between your folds that you can feel everything he’s enduring—every twitch, every pulse, even the fizzing heat consuming the fat tip.

The thought alone is too much for you to handle, knowing that the plump lips of your pussy are babying every bit of Draken’s throbbing fat length with messy kisses.

Restless is the first to set in, leaving guilt to follow. It’s a picture-perfect moment for you, sitting in the arms of the most coveted man on campus. Yet with the weight of his length smothering your clit like this, time could only ever be your worst enemy.

Friction is what you’re chasing, desperate to relish the sheer heat of all that is Draken. It’s no wonder that your hips press against him, burying himself within the fat of your pussy. You can’t look him in the eye for what’s to come, but you can’t help it. That same heat he’s feeling is ruining your composure, leaving you to search for some quick alternative.

Your hips pick at the slowest and taunting of paces, pitting your puffy pussy to strum along Draken’s length. You can’t help the gasp that escapes from your throat, selfless whimpers dribbling into the crisp night air. Your folds cling to the plumped veins, the slicked sheets etched with the thickened curves.

The vast palm of his hands crash upon the curve of your ass, his digits gripping onto the rippling fat. He’s forced to ground you, pinning you still upon his bare thighs. Amidst the heavy huffs and gasping whimpers comes the realization, your eyes falling in line with Draken’s.

“S-Shit, slow down Y/N! Just gimme a sec –fuck!”

He’s red. It’s the first thing you notice. He’s red with the blend of lust and exhaustion left to consume his visage whole. He’s almost sensitive to the touch, his skin roused by the slightest fan of your breath.

It’s embarrassing of him to admit it too, the reason why he’s caught in such heat. Draken’s enthused by you, the anticipation thick across his mind. Reality’s never been so good to him, blessing the likes of him with fantasy like you.

“W-We can sit like this all night, but we both know how it’s gonna end…right? I mean, your pussy’s just begging to be stretched. ‘M not even inside and you already feel so good like this.”

His voice comes as a form of rapture for your eased self of mind, the deep slur of words guiding you deeper into your high. A flurry of nods spill from your head. The drunk sobs of misery rip from your lungs. The lust inside you is reaching its breaking point, a point where only bubble babbles and whimpers give way to your true desires.

“I want it, I know I do. Fuck me, Draken…please?”

Draken’s hand gravitates to comfort you, his digits cupping at your chin. He’s pressing just one last kiss over your swollen lips for good measure, a blissful sigh slipping from his chest.

“Shhh, don’t go crying on me. Gonna put it in...just like this…”

He’s easy with you, handling your body with the utmost care. His hands bring your hips to hover above the dribbling slit of his cock, the fat tip plugging at your entrance. His hips fall into a mindless habit, coaxing you to open up to him with lazy bucks.

Bit by bit, you’re easing to his advances, your slit latching onto the head at last. A single drive of his hips is enough to close the distance between your bodies, the clasp of skin crackling through the air. His cock’s dragging inside you, licking your walls into a roused flutter.

“I can feel it, ‘m stretching you out, aren’t I, Pretty girl?”

It’s a fact he knows too. Truth is, he is stretching you out well, bullying your walls to take every bit of him. He’s aware of what he's asking of you. He knows just how fat his shaft can be when he’s like this, how thick his veins can become utterly flushed with blood, even the pretty pink crown that’s grazing past your sweet spot.

There’s a hellish burn crowding at your poor slit, the pricks of heat melding into the sweetest pleasure. You’re inviting him to fill every inch of your pussy apart, so much so that your back’s taking comfort in the enduring arch befalling your spine. It’s so much to take and too much to hold, but all the little cute noises of your pussy gargling around Draken’s cock make up for all the hardships he’s laid before you.

Hunger leaves you without a lick of patience. He’s already so deep that you can’t help it, the urge for relief looming near. Your hips are left to fall into a gentle rock, pitting his girth to writhe against your sticky walls. Each swirl of your hips pulls him deeper, so deep that the fat head has no choice but to nuzzle at your cervix.

“Oh, just look at you. Takin’ me so well, Baby. But shit…I wanna fuck you too, y’know,” he’s muttering in ear. You can’t even form a word before Draken slams you down to the flat of his lap. He’s sneaky now, wearing the very grin he’s met you with. He has you wrapped around his finger, his pretty muse longing for some form of relief.

His motive’s simple, really; to fuck you so good that he becomes all you ever want.

So it’s no wonder that he’s playing with you like this, using the hold upon your ass to lazily bounce you on his cock. It’s nowhere near what you need but having the heavenly fat of his underside grazing past your sweet spot came close enough.

He’s desperate to get you drunk off him before he’s started with you. Before he can slouch back against the green paisley patterned cushion, before he can lift your hips just high enough in his care.

A passing glance is all Draken can afford to give you in his fleeting moments of composure, his darkened hues taking in the rare sight before him—you hanging on by the very hair of reality.

“I’m gonna fuck you so full,” is all the words Draken lets you hear before he’s back to plugging your pussy to the brim. At the very curl of his hips, he’s sinking deeper and deeper inside you, flushing out the latent rush of heat within your walls. His hips impose fluid rolls to overwhelm you with a reaching endeavor, his cock dressed in feverish drive.

He’s snapping back into you with timely haste, pulling the lewd crashes of skin through the heightened air. You’re just too tight for his mind to handle, too warm for his true self to remain hidden any longer. He’s overwhelmed your poor pussy with each stride he takes, a pushing tide settling in tune with his hips, burying himself to the hilt.

Whether he’s willing to admit it or not, there’s something about you that mentally breaks Draken. Maybe it’s the cute pout you’re wearing, the cries of his name rolling off your laxed tongue, or the way you squeeze at his aching cock that has the man cracking under the heat of it all.

He’s grown insistent on drowning you in everything that’s him, every stride to strip along your walls, every circle his thumbs draw into your skin, even down to the very breath he’s fanning across the crook of your neck.

He’s even going as far as to ditch his known persona of few words for sobs and uncontrollable songs of groans for the night. All he can do is blame you and that pretty pussy he’s falling for that’s sucking him for all he’s worth.

At your touch, Draken’s reduced to a shell of himself. The heaving breaths, uncontrollable twitches seizing his thighs, that knot in his belly begging to come undone.

Draken knows you’re close. He knows the signs all too well—your lungs barely grasping air, your eyes settoff onto a rolling tour, the tremors that quake throughout your strained spine.

He’s also keen on that fact of how close he is too, the heat in his veins fizzling to the surface of his skin. The gummy clasp you hold over his cock pulls a twitch deep from within the heavy bloat of his balls. Yet, all it takes is for the single flutter of your walls to bring his wishes to fruition.

“‘M…’m gonna cum…holy shit, you’re gonna make me cum so hard, Y/N!”

It’s taking all of Draken’s strength to part with your pussy. All the warmth dressed around him is gone the moment his hips drop from your own. He isn’t given a bit of mercy before waves of ecstasy break across his body, forcing the thick ropes of white to gush from his throbbing tip.

The shimmering fat of his length tells all that needs to be known, the tanned skin glistening with sheets of your essence and his cum. Even the heaving hulls of air he’s longing to grasp furthers the story.

However, curiosity gets the better of you, guiding your hand to slip between both your bodies. The tips of your fingers drift about the messy fixture that’s been made of Draken’s poor cock. It’s not until your touch reaches the base of laid hairs that you finally take charge, lithe fingers building a fist around the slicked girth.

“C’mon, I was so close too. Just go a little bit longer, please?”

Your woes catch onto Draken’s ears. The guilt’s clouding his heart. He can’t take it, seeing you bat your dewed lashes in misery he brought upon. By his own hands, he’s planning to make amends. The grip he sets along your ass drifts to cup beneath your legs, bringing the supple fat of your thighs to bracket his own.

“I know, I know. G-Go on then…fuck yourself, Beautiful.”

A whimper cuts through the grit of Draken’s teeth. He’s weak at the infallible bliss your pussy holds. He’s barely gotten hold of his crumbling reality but the pumping drive of your fist had any and all integrity tossed to the wind.

“W-Wait, Wait, I just need a sec—”

In your ears, you’ve heard all that needs to be said. It’s greed that compels you to teeter above his poised twitching bellhead, brushing the sensitive tip with the webbed gasp of your slit.

Your own anticipation wasn’t near enough to prepare Draken. With a sudden drop of your hips and he’s introduced to your lustful warmth all over again. He’s fitting in with such ease now, that rich burn reduced to a messy squeal of rushing slick.

It’s almost unbeknownst to you how keen you’ve become for release. You have yet to notice, how every drop of your hips snuffs the bullying chub of Draken’s cock, or the wreckage you’ve made of him. He’s sobbing, tears of an empty bliss spilling down his cheeks. It’s only joining the steady streams of drool dripping from the puffy pout on his lips.

He can feel it, the swift rush of blood flooding his veins once more. He’s growing inside you, carving your walls to match every bit of his length like his personal toy. He knows you feel it too, your widening eyes shattered at the breaking realization. You’ve become sloppier with the pivoting falls too, your hips bearing a perilous cadence.

“F-Fuck, right there! I’m cumming, Draken. I-I’m–”

It’s a timely manner when you finally reach that deserved high. Just when he’s finally filled his cock with lust is what brings your pussy to a stumbling shudder around Draken, encasing him in a fluttering hold. A stripping wave consumes you whole, leaving your legs numb in its wake.

And just like that, you’re mocking his very own tremble, a tremor so strong you can’t do anything but fall into his beckoning warmth. You’re like putty in Draken’s care, your body limp and spent from every ounce of recoverable energy.

Draken’s hand rips from your ass to brace his cock, the uncaring fist breaking the shared bond from your messy cunt. He can’t believe it, how just a few strides of your hips strokes has him fucked dumb and ready to cum all over again.

As badly as he’d love to ruin your womb, he’s settling for the cute pucker of your hole to lay waste to the ropes of white ripping from his slit.

“S-Shit, look at what you did to me, Y/N. Made me cum so soon,” he’s shivering with a weary grin. He has all rights too, considering the mess you’ve made out of each other. Streaks of white dripping between the mounds of your ass, his thighs coated in the heavenly gloss of your essence. It’s a beautiful mess, one that he couldn’t have made without you.

Your hands paw at the curve of his shoulders, calling upon what force you had to meet his drowsy dark hues with your own.

“I’m sorry, did I overdo—”

Your words are cut short by the sight your eyes fixated themselves onto. It’s simple, Draken expressing the very peak of his exhaustion. Yet, it’s everything you’ve had yet to see from the enigma he’s known as.

It’s Draken with a selfless smile on his lips as he hums to himself. It’s Draken, the campus plug with the feathery black strands of hair cascading along the curve of his jaw and the prominent bulb of his throat bobbing with each breath he pulls into his lungs. It’s shameful to admit it but just having the raw form of him beneath welcomed a familiar heat to swell at your tummy.

“I could…um…go for more…more of the blunt of course,” you mutter slowly, your eyes catching onto the bright grin curling at the corners of his lips.

“Oh yeah?” He’s chuckling as he picks his head up from the couch’s frame.

His sights land him, you cradled in his arms and the very blunt still clinging between his fingertips. With a sigh, he’s brushing off the built column of ash attached to the joint.

Whether it be lust, love, or none of the above, all Draken knows is that he’s far from finished with you. Not after tonight, not after tomorrow, and maybe not ever. But for now, all he can do is bring the bud of his blunt to his lips, welcoming fate with a single inhale.

“Let’s finish this blunt off together then, yeah?”

TAGLIST: @sinssoul @s0dium @luvbladez @p-antomime @poohbea @getoswhore @scholarlogy @vlyxen @po3ticb3auty @dabilovesme @ebiharachan @kenmasbimbo @whore4mikey @pixelsanji @yooniluvbot444 @slaughterakira @woahhajime @tojidilfs @hannas16 @devilgirlcrybabyy @sweeneyblue1 @yukihime-mikeys-girl @zuuki @kazusugar @jjjangsta @mitsuyasfavorite @10-jiku @missyasma @a3trogirl @simpliheavenli @chaoticevilbakugo @desiray562 @lovemegood @luvrdrop @widepipepaladiknight @tonaken @wh0re4levi @ladyackerman @ladyackermann @kensgff @23victoria

wanna join my taglist? click here:)

883 notes · View notes

swrancore · 2 years

Text

LOVE IS THE NAME

𖦹 how would the tokrev boys show affection to you

𖦹 english isn't my first language

𖦹 sano manjiro, ryuguji ken, baji keisuke, haitani ran, mitsuya takashi, matsuno chifuyu

❍ ⠀ ─⠀꒰⠀SANO MANJIRO⠀꒱⠀!⠀⠀

❥ His way of showing love is with physical affection. He's not afraid to hold your hand as you walk, though he'll say things like «oi, let go of my hand». If you let go, he will look at you with pouting lips, offended by your actions, even if he was the one who released you. In reality you would be expected to resist and hold his hand tighter.

❥ He is seldom cheesy when he speaks, he does not know how to express himself fully and he is totally inexperienced when it comes to having a loving relationship with someone else. At the beginning, your relationship would be based on being almost a Draken two, taking care of him and making him feel pampered; over time he would behave in other ways, going out on an occasional date on his motorcycle or sharing his dorayakis with you (this almost never happens, when he does it is because he is in a too good mood).

❥ Midnight calls. If something like insomnia happens, he will call you without a doubt, he will hear your voice relax him and also, you are his safe place, he will be safe if you manage to comfort him even for three minutes. Mikey will appreciate that very much and will be willing to answer your calls if one day you need him late at night, do not hesitate to talk to him, he will be there for you.

❍ ⠀ ─⠀꒰⠀RYUGUJI KEN⠀꒱⠀!⠀

❥ Actions, he shows his love with actions, indirect demonstrations and behaviors that are out of the ordinary for him, although quite subtle. Not everyone would notice, they had to be very observant because Draken is someone very reserved with his love life.

❥ Subtle caresses on your waist, slipping his hand under your blouse without being too scandalous. Squeeze the area gently, feeling how you tremble at his touch; show a very slight smile with pride when seeing the reactions of your body to a soft caress from him. He loves seeing you that way, vulnerable to him, who would constantly take advantage of his height and body build to intimidate you against the wall of his bedroom, cornering you and grabbing your chin with two of his fingers as he pulls you towards him with a shove. of his hand on your lower back: «You're anxious, aren't you, pretty?» and his breath hits your face. Oh shit, you're so fucking attracted to Draken.

❥ Night walks? Definitely yes, his motorcycle is ready to receive you in the extra seat and his waist is waiting to be surrounded by your arms when he accelerates to take you through the dark streets of Tokyo. He loves those moments of intimacy where they are not necessarily entangled in bed, but make love in different ways and always find something new to share together. Draken loves spending time with you, making space for you in his schedule and answering your call when you need it; you don't bother him at all, never think that.

❍ ⠀ ─⠀꒰⠀BAJI KEISUKE⠀꒱⠀!⠀

❥ He has a somewhat strange way of loving. Keisuke himself is quite an enigma. You don't know sometimes if he is serious or if he is joking, he says things so seriously and then acts as if he hadn't said anything; He has you in limbo between whether his feelings are real or if he is joking, and the truth is that they are real, but he also jokes with them so as not to look ridiculous in case you reject him. He usually has a little romantic ideas to do with you, like wearing bracelets, although he would say that it is very cheesy shit and then at home he would be on the verge of tears because of how happy he is to share something so beautiful with you.

❥ Baji at all times reminds you how proud he is to have you by his side. Rarely do he speak with such seriousness and sincerity, you hardly ever see that side of your boyfriend; when you see him too quiet for a long time and with a lost look, you know that a most beautiful confession will be waiting for you coming out of his lips. He tends to isolate himself from the world around him when he wants to think through what he feels and how to tell you without embarrassing himself in the process. He is a good boyfriend after all, the best.

❥ He'll absentmindedly let you tie his hair in bows, not complaining if you use one of those pink butterfly hair ties to tie it up. When he leaves the house he will take them off, but he will wear them on his wrists. More than once he has tied his hair with them before a fight, causing the enemy to laugh and taking advantage of the distraction to attack with a direct punch to the nose, making him smile proudly. He feels as if a part of you is accompanying him and providing encouragement in the fight, so he gives twice of himself so that you do not have to see him defeated. If the garter were to break, he will mercilessly attack whoever made the butterflies end up on the ground and not in his hair, believe me, he will not have an ounce of mercy.

❍ ⠀ ─⠀꒰⠀HAITANI RAN⠀꒱⠀!⠀

❥ Gifts are his way of showing love. He showers you with gifts and luxuries, even if you don't ask for them, he loves having you as his princess. You want it? You have it, do not hesitate. He would do anything to get all your whims, he is an exemplary boyfriend in that sense.

❥ You will have Ran almost eating in your hands, although he will have you in the same way. You must be a team capable of bringing each other to their knees, he loves to be in control and yet he is willing to give you the power from time to time to take control of the relationship. Trust fully that you will know how to tame him as he likes. He will not hesitate to kneel down to satisfy you and carry out your orders, he is a man open-minded enough for his wife to put a leash around his neck and force him to crawl around her.

❥ He is constantly flirting, there will be no place or time where he doesn't do it. You're his greatest adoration, accept his compliments that are really sincere. He will smile at you and show that confidence of his when you return the compliment. He knows how bad he has you and that with two words he could have you with trembling legs. He loves that about you, being so vulnerable with him and his displays of affection, the way you tremble when his hand caresses you and when he leans close to your ear letting out his most honest thoughts about how crazy you drive him. Ran isn't afraid to tell you with clean words what he thinks or what he wants to do with you. As flirtatious as he is, he's also downright cheeky, make no mistake about it. He will intentionally make you blush because he loves it, even more so because he's the one you blush for and the one who gives you those embarrassed looks. One day he would kill you with so many emotions that it makes you feel in less than two minutes.

❍ ⠀ ─⠀꒰⠀MITSUYA TAKASHI⠀꒱⠀!⠀

❥ A total romantic, you'll be looking forward to casual dates, nothing too formal or fancy. He will find a way to keep you happy and comfortable at his side, enjoying the moment as much as he does. Mitsuya is the kind of boyfriend of words. It won't be overly cloying, just enough to remind you that he loves you too much and thinks of you more than he wants to.

❥ He will make you exclusive outfits, don't hesitate. He loves to surround you with the tape and see your blush when you notice that you're too close while he only excuses himself by making sure that he really takes the correct measurement, he wouldn't want to waste such a pretty fabric. Of course, it would be a lie that only he would know, because in reality he's longing to see you fall into his hands and finally give in to kiss him in a slow and passionate touch.

❥ Obviously he would also take you on his motorcycle to one or another date night, especially on days where you're celebrating something like anniversaries, your birthday, an important date for both of you and things like that.

❍ ⠀ ─⠀꒰⠀MATSUNO CHIFUYU⠀꒱⠀!⠀

❥ Closet romantic. He will have many ideas in his head about dating and couple things that he would love to do with you, and he would be guided by one or another shoujo manga. If you are the romantic kind of girl, he will be happy to carry out your every idea to spend time with you.

❥ Spend a lot of time by your side, caressing your hands, your thighs, your waist, your lips, all of you. When you're alone, especially, he fills you with kisses every so often. He loves kissing you, whether it's on the lips or not, it's something he really likes to do and he wouldn't hesitate to steal a few from you (as long as you don't feel uncomfortable about it). He would also try from time to time to imitate a kiss seen in his favorite manga, although he would end up laughing at how ridiculous he feels, ashamed of himself.

❥ He would fill you with simple gifts, things like accessories for your keychain, a hair tie, an origami, small stuffed animals, pins, stamps, stickers, anything that reminds him of you, he will take it and give it to you adding a «when I saw it, I thought of you».

#ken ryuguji #draken #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers #mitsuya takashi #ran haitani #baji keisuke #manjiro sano #baji x reader #draken x female reader #mikey x reader #fem reader #swrancore #wattpad #tokyo revengers scenarios #chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu x reader

674 notes · View notes

poohbea · 2 years

Note

Hey Pooh

Hope your having a good day or night. I just want you to imagine this for me, you don't have to write anything because I know your having a little writers block, but it's your decision if you want to or not.

Imagine Draken coming back from the military ( whether he was a marine, navy, army, etc) surprising his chubby s/o and she tries to make him dinner but he stops her and says " but baby I'm not hungry for dinner, I'm hungry for you" *draken signature smirk*

Low-key I just died. Plus Kenny would look so hot with military attire on. Oh dear lord

sha shaaaaa my babyyyy, my day is going well, got up late today hahaha. ALSO, IM IMAGINING, TRUST ME IM IMAGINING. imma write a little something because it’s you and i can’t not.

military husband!draken x fem!chubby!reader

content: oral (receiving), pet names (baby, sweetheart), getting eaten out on the kitchen counter, neediness cause he hasn’t seen you in a long time, unfinished smut

Draken ruffles his hair with a towel as he enters the kitchen, stray water droplets speckling his skin in doing so. He watches you tend to the pot you have on the stove, unaware of his presence just a few paces behind you.

You hummed to the song playing in the background, his shirt adorning your frame swaying in a baggy mess that sat just below your ass. Oh, how he missed this, how he missed you. How he yearned for you during those lonely nights at the compound, your voice, your bubbly aura, your cooking. The scent of hot curry filled the room in a shroud that made his mouth water. However, food was the last thing on his mind right now.

“Mm, my favourite.” He purrs, slipping his hands around your waist.

You giggle in surprise, leaning your head against his, comfortably. “I know how much you hated the MRE's at base so I thought I'd make your favourite.”

“I wasn't talking about the food, baby.” He whispers, kissing just below your earlobe.

“Oh, is that so?” You tease, exhaling as his fingers path their way down your stomach, snaking beneath the thin cotton of your t-shirt.

“No panties?” He smirks, digits welcomed by the warmth of your thighs.

“Just the way you like it.” A sigh escapes you when he begins to circle your clit, your own fingers combing through his black locks tickling your neck.

“You spoil me, baby.” The low baritone of his voice turns your mind fuzzy, his hips rocking slowly into your backside. He watches the curry bubble in the saucepan, free hand switching the knob on the stove to off. “How about we skip dinner?” He growls, nipping at the juncture between your shoulder and neck.

“But I thought you were hungry.”

“Mm, not for dinner, baby.” You turn in his arms, hard nipples grazing against his chest beneath your shirt. He laughs at your playfully skeptical expression, hands finding purchase in the softness of your ass. “Plus, I always preferred to have my desert first anyway.”

“Corny as usual, that’s one thing I didn’t miss.” He mimics your cheeky smile, brow raised in challenge at your statement.

“Oh, now I know that’s a lie.” His fingertips descend to the back of your thighs before lifting you effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist. “You missed me." He steps forward to sit you on the countertop, hands moulded to the curve of your ass as he pulls you to the edge. "You missed these hands." His lips caress the dip of your collarbone, tongue laving heat into the flushed skin. "You missed these lips." He kisses past your navel, parting your thighs to settle between them on his knees. "You missed this tongue." Your gasp sets him off as he paths a long stripe over your clit, the sweetness of your arousal egging him on further as it dances on his taste buds.

"Okay, okay. I may have missed it a little bit- fuck." He chuckles at your weak moan, tongue dipping into your wet heat, unyielding in his movements. "Okay! A lot, a lot."

"Mm, that's what I thought." Your hips buck when he sucks on your clit, a delicious whine cascading from those pillowy lips of yours as he continues his assault.

"'Ken, please, fuck!" You cry, your weak attempts at running halted by his large hands rounding your thighs, delving deeper into the paradise of your pussy.

"Uh, uh, we're not stopping till I'm done eating." He smirks as he blooms a hickey on your inner thigh. "And unfortunately for you sweetheart, I'm starving."

tags: @gardenof-venus, @sailewhoremoon, @okhotel, @xharia, @sakinotfound, @hoohoohope

#forgive me if this is garbage but this is my attempt at breaking my writer's block #i tried sha sha i tried #cause this was just too good not to write #you forced my hand #pooh's thirsts ♡#tokyo revengers #tokrev #draken smut #draken x reader #draken #draken x female reader #draken x chubby reader #chubby reader smut #chubby reader

552 notes · View notes

fvbuki · 2 years

Text

BOYFRIEND KEN (DRAKEN) RYUGUJI HEADCANONS

boyfriend!draken who took years to confess his true feelings for you with the intent of keeping you safe from his gang life. he has tried many times, but he couldn’t get past the subtle acts of service that were nothing compared to his actual adoration towards you.

boyfriend!draken who stayed up the whole night, thinking about your confession of the feelings you held towards him for so long. he couldn’t help but recall how your eyes watered at his rejecting silence, confidence visibly crashing as you quickly departed with a small apology before he could stop you or say anything.

boyfriend!draken who waited outside your school for hours with a rose in his hand, leaning against his motorbike with his other hand inside of his pocket. he could hear his rapid heartbeat as he caught a glimpse of you, instantly forgetting everything he wanted to say.

boyfriend!draken who talks about you all the time without even realizing it. it would take a single question from mitsuya about how you were doing and he’d go on and on about you before the realization hits him and he stops himself. and whenever mikey gets curious, draken just tells him to screw off and focus on whatever he’s doing since he knows mikey is going to end up “accidentally” revealing everything to you anyway.

boyfriend!draken who always makes sure that you’re eating well, taking care of yourself, and getting enough sleep. he always keeps you grounded and makes sure the stress doesn’t get to you. if he notices you not looking after yourself enough, he’ll be the one to do it for you.

boyfriend!draken who thinks about the compliments you give him for weeks. the first time you ever called him pretty, the confusion was evident on his face as his eyes widened and he looked at you as if you said the most abnormal thing in the world. he felt stupid for standing in front of the mirror that day, looking at his reflection as he scoffed, “pretty?” — even after you two started dating and your words of admiration became more frequent, he still cannot help but think about it for the rest of the day.

boyfriend!draken who stays on the call with you until you fall asleep, no matter how tired he is. he listens to you talk about whatever topic for hours, finding your voice comforting and soothing. he smiles softly as your eyelids start to get heavy, watching you slowly drift off to sleep. he takes a quick picture of your sleeping face, gently whispering, “goodnight, love.”

boyfriend!draken who always carries your purses or bags anywhere.

boyfriend!draken who always cherishes the gifts you give him. he wears the cologne you bought him everyday since he had gotten it, and he wears the ugly sweater you knitted for him as soon as it gets chilly.

boyfriend!draken who brings your mother flowers on mother's day.

boyfriend!draken who would give you his hoodie or jacket whenever you’re feeling cold. he would grumble about how you’re not dressed for the weather, but how could he be actually mad when he finds you so adorable in his clothes?

boyfriend!draken who always makes sure you are comfortable with everything he does with you. he doesn’t care about being sexual with you if you aren’t ready yet, and if you are, he’ll always put your satisfaction and comfort first.

boyfriend!draken who is always so gentle with you when you’re making love; treating you as if you’re the most beautiful and fragile thing in the world. he gives you just the right amount of everything. the right amount of him.

boyfriend!draken who thinks about a future with you as you lay on his chest, eyes closed and breathing softly as you listen to his heartbeat. he can’t help but feel a tad of embarrassment when you ask him what he’s thinking about, as he murmurs “nothing, just…work.”

boyfriend!draken who always waits for you, and he’ll wait for the right day as he hopes that when the time comes, you’ll say yes to him forever.

#i needed to get this out of my drafts #draken x reader #draken x female reader #draken x y/n #draken x you #ken ryuuguji fluff #ken ryuuguji imagines #ken ryuuguji x reader #ken ryuuguji headcanons #ken ryuuguji x you #draken fluff #draken headcanons #draken imagines #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev #tokyo rev fluff

982 notes · View notes

neesieiumz · 1 year

Text

T.O.K.Y.O S.T.Y.L.E

synopsis ⇴ a single father, a new nanny and a delusional ex-fiancé. What could go wrong?

Summary ⇴ Ken Ryuguji, face of TOMAN MODELS AGENCY, is one of the top models in all of Japan. He’s also the father to the sweetest little girl named Ryoko Ryuguji. He’d do anything for her, including keeping the little one away from her manipulative mother. When Draken struggles with finding child care so Ryoko could know some sort of stability. Mitsuya comes to the rescue, contacting an old friend from college.

Writers note ⇴ new masterlist! this is the one that is going to be linked from now on. You'll have to give me a few days to replace all the links in each individual part!

00. profiles

profiles.001

profiles.002

CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

#neesiespeaks #black reader #draken x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smau #draken x black!reader #draken x poc!reader #draken smut #draken x female reader #draken smau #tokyo revengers x y/n #draken tokyo revengers

247 notes · View notes

titanialev · 1 year

Text

#ken ryuuguji x y/n #ken ryuuguji x you #ken ryuguji x you #ken ryuguji x reader #ken ryuguji #ken ryuguji fanart #ken ryuuguji x reader #tokyo revengers draken #draken x female reader #draken x y/n #draken x you #draken fanart #draken #draken x reader #tokyo revengers #fanart #art #drawing #female artists

162 notes · View notes

mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

Note

Has anyone ever told you how good your writing is? Like - chef kisses - good? Anyway, awa hello! Draken is such a gentlemen, treat his girl right and is so careful, taking into account his built and strenght… but his girl… his girl want it rough. In fact, she likes it rough enough to border on "bitch, are you okay???"

WARNING : ehhmmm she likes it rough 👀, just a short thing since it's a pwp, Smut, minors DNI, dirty talk, Mean!Dom Draken, aftercare, Reader is a tease, acting all innocent 🙈 Draken literally pounding her, using her as a cock sleeve, nicknames ( love, princess, pretty whore... ), Creampie, Inupi simping over reader... Did i forget anything ?

Note : thanks so much for the feedback, it makes my day 🖤

Draken couldn't believed you would even let him near to you.

After all, what was he but dry blood on knuckles ?

But you, oh you... It's like your aura was made of poetry and roses.

Like a dragon met a lamb, armed in scaled of impenetrable gold, while you were soft and comforting in newborn wool. And upon meeting you, his walls and guards felt threatened by your weak soldiers, a smile, a spark in the eye, and they resisted.

He resisted, until he felt them falling like a leaf from a tree, pink petals lips, so soft to the touch, he never knew falling would hurt so much.

So he spent months covering his sharp edges, scared for your soft fingers to get pricked. Emma's loss left only pieces of him, and you were so reckless picking them all up, assembling all his parts that he feared nothing more than to cut you in the process.

How could he want anything else than to be gentle with your soft heart ? That gentle heart, that refuses to do anything but beat louder and harder.

Through the darkest corners of his mind, you sneak like the softest sunshine, through windows he didn't even knew existed and brush gently over his face, and suddenly his heart isn't broken anymore, he doesn't feel the cold constant bleeding anymore.

Yes, sometimes his wolves still roar a little too loud. Call of nature catches up and rawness tends to bring back the fire in his guts, he remembered perfectly the first time it happened.

As you laid under him for the first time, so fragile, raw, and beautiful, your clothes long discarded on the floor like pages of past he turned, he remembered how clenched his fists were, trying to soften every kiss, to lighten every touch and cancel any pressure his body was dying to apply.

He remembered the first time he made one with you, jaw tight, sinking deeper in the ocean of your eyes trying to drown that fire in his guts, burning to just give you all of himself, raw and rough. It took all of him not to just pound in you as hard as he wanted to, sink wolf's teeth deeper in your so soft skin.

But Draken was a gentleman, he would never risk scaring you away of him. You were the shiniest thing to ever graze his sky and he had no problem polishing his windows and the truth, embellishing the wild and romanticizing the rough for you.

Oh but little did he knew...

You might be soft in all the right ways, skin like silk and honey lips. But make no mistake, beneath it all, you mind, will, resolve, were hard as steel.

You were weed not flower, and you knew what was in your power to bring back in him and wanted all of it. Draken was sweet, and gentle with you, but you craved him, his true self, the one you knew he was holding back.

How could you possibly utter the words ? You were his pretty girl, the who who never raised her voice at him, whose touches were never different from those of a feather, who still blushed everytime you were indecently exposed to him even after months.

How could you possibly tell him that you wanted him to fuck you dumb until you forgot what your own name was ?

But no need for words when you owned the probably shortest sundress he had ever seen in his life. Wrapping yourself in the off-shoulder pink fabric and good intentions, you gripped the bento box you brought for him tighter the minute his eyes landed on you, when you entered the shop.

-" Hello " you smiled politely, offering your hand for Inupi to shake. The guy was just as, if not more respectful than Draken, he fought all along the urge to let his eyes slide toward your breasts and bare thighs and shook your hand, almost stuttering when he pronounced your name.

-" Glad to see you " he greeted you, he had saw you few times before and though he did not talk a lot, he still grew into liking you seeing how good and careful you were to his friend.

You smiled and your eyes drifted toward your boyfriend, sitting next to a bike but his hands no longer held any tool, you bit back a sly smile seeing how his eyes never left you.

-" Hi hon' " you approached him, already seeing him frown because you usually never gave him nicknames in front of his friends. But his eyes widened even more, along with Seishu's ones when you bent over to press a kiss on his cheek.

With how that damn dress was short, Seishu must have caught a glimpse of your panties, if only you wore ones... and Draken saw it too, through the glass behind.

Before the rush of anger could reach his brain, he found himself on his feet, excusing himself to Seishu and dragging you by the hand toward the back store. Already by how tight his hand was gripping your wrist, you knew the mission has been a success.

But the minute you reached the back store and he slammed the door shut, pinning you against it, you wondered slightly.

Could it be that you have gone a little bit too far ?

His hand on your stomach was pressing you flat against the wall, and your surprised eyes on him injected the slightest guilt into his blood.

-" The fuck, is wrong with you ?"

Every word of him was a needle sinking deeper in your skin, stern face so close to yours you could feel his warm minty breath hitting your lips.

-" Excuse me ?" You wore the indignation tailor made, gaining a frown from him that told you, you had good acting skills." No, what is wrong with you? I... I just thought you could... Use some lunch ? "

What a devil in disguise, but what he didn't knew couldn't hurt him right ? What hurt him was the little frown between your brows and the tilt of your head.

That oblivious ignorance of yours, that provocation so pure for his carnivorous sense of destruction. That so desperate cute face you made blazing like a hurricane in his lower abdomen.

-" I... Honestly I don't know what's happenin' Ken, did I... Do something wrong ?"

The pressure he was previously putting on your stomach decreased until, as if he was burned, retracted his hand and ran it through his hair, sighing loudly.

What the fuck am I doing ? He thought.

-" Look, I'm... "

He was struggling, obviously. And you felt a little bit guilty for this, fear of having scared you haunting all of his what if's, he didn't even found it in him to touch you again.

-" I'm sorry, 'kay ?"

Leaning on his elbows against the wall, Draken let his forehead gently fall against yours, closing his eyes. Never has he ever apologized, ever. But regrets were nipping at his brain like their last meal, he could not lose you to his rough nature.

-" I just... Can't have you walking 'round like that, can't have everyone eye-fucking what's mine. "

You could not help the slight curves of your lips hearing those words, and he ran his thumb over the plump of your lips absentmindedly.

-" Y'just too pure, princess. Don't know what kind of things your body does to guys. " He gulped down at the parting of your lips. " Things you do t'me ".

He was slipping between your fingers, you could see him slowly putting back the mask and returning to that holy self, and all your efforts would be to no avail. Dropping down the shyness, his eyes widened when you clung on his shoulders, wrapping your leg around his waist and pulling him impossibly closer to you.

-" What kind of things, Kenny?"

Only whispers were left of your voice, your lashes caressing your cheeks as your gaze drifted toward his lips, he swallowed a thick breath and his hands on your waist tried putting some distance between you two, in vain.

-" Wait- shit, Wait-"

His voice fell into a strangled sound, while you started moving your hips slightly. The thick jean of his pants rubbing against your bare pussy was a whole new feeling, his bulge only got harder.

-" What things, Kenny ?" You repeated, voice turning into panting breathing sending shivers down his spine. " Show me what you're oh so desperate to do to me ".

-" Pretty, Fuck- stop this "

But his words were liars, since his grip around your waist got bruising, and he insidiously began rolling his hips against yours, matching your movements.

-" Show me what you wanna do to me, Kenny" you whined at the loss of friction against your clit.

-" Not now. " He tried stopping you, a dead serious look in his face. " If I go down on you now, I might just not be able to hold back ".

Lust was a heavier burden to carry, having your doe-like eyes staring at him with so much care when you should've ran away from his words, calling him a kinky weirdo or whatever.

-" then don't hold back, I want all of you, Ken. Give me your all "

As much as your words were pulling him down, he was holding into his last strings of sanity with a burning palm. Denying you whatever you were asking, scared to hurt you, he pressed his forehead against yours, again.

-" Please, princess. I'm begging you, don't make me do this to you... "

But you cupped his face, and the thread let go under your resolve, letting you seep deeper through his dungeons.

-" Fuck me like you want me, Kenny. " You whispered, brushing his lips with yours, making him lose his breath. " Fuck me like you've been craving. "

The last straw, and soon his lips were on yours already.

You've kissed a hundred times before, but this, this one had something more animalistic, primary. Like he was not kissing to taste, but to devour you and fill the hunger of months spent dreaming of stealing the breath out of your lungs.

His hands did a quick work stripping you off that dress which drove him crazy, and the rest melted into a blur until he had you bent over a desk there, his fat tip nudging your dripping entrance and his hand pulling your hair back, drawing whimpers from you.

-" Fuck, y'like it when I hurt you, dontcha ?" He threw his head back, sinking in you and wincing at the incredible feeling. " Should've told me sooner, princess. Woulda... Woulda never held back from fucking ya dumb o'mma cock "

No need to hide in the dark now that you were swallowing his dirtiest secrets with the lewdest squelches of your cunt,biting your lips to not draw anyone's attention with your moans.

-" Ken- oh god, 's too good"

-" So that's all what that slutty dress was about, huh ?"

Your eyes widened and you hid your blush with your arms on the desk around your face.

-" N-No !"

-" Yes it was. " A harsher thrust of him almost sent the desk flying at the end of the room, making your eyes roll back in your head. " Flashing this tight lil pussy to Inupi, you wanted me to split you open in front of him ?"

It was his turn to widen his eyes, feeling your walls clenching around him. Draken threw his head back, cursing, feeling the blood boiling in his guts, he pulled your hair back harsher and exposed your fucked up face to his eyes.

He swore you've never been prettier, and one more thrust, one more nudge of his balls against your clit sent you to overdrive. The cry you let out at that moment would be forever engraved in his mind's walls with the white rings of your high around his length, he could not help but lean over and take your parted swollen lips in his, wanting to just devour your so beautiful face.

-" Aww, you'd like it huh ? What a dirty little whore, clenchin' on me like a fuckin' virgin. " A strangled chuckle escaped his mouth, your pussy closing around him heavenly in a rhythmic pace.

It felt just so relieving, to think all these times he was covering his sharp edges when now they were kissing your cervix with each thrust. What an euphoric sensation it was, knowing that you could possibly love him, the true him, not the one he tried to be for you.

At that moment, he just thinks he might be in love.

-" Ken, oh goodness... " And as he froze, thinking you were too overstimulated to keep up, your blissful face flashed him an orgasmic smile. " Cum for me, please. Want... Want you to fill me up"

Indeed, he might be in love.

He felt his cock throbbing by the meer sight of your teary eyes and drooling mouth smiling for him, by your words fanning his flame. His other hand sneaked toward your chest, kneading your breast bruisingly and his teeth sunk in your shoulder.

- " Yeah ? 's that right ? My pretty baby wants me to cum inside ? " His mouth replaced the small red bruises with warm kisses along your skin, drawing a mountain of moans out of you whilst his thrust became sloppier. " Wants me to fuck a child inside this pretty pussy ? "

Too overstimulated to even speak, you fervently nodded and arched your back against him, taking him deeper until hitting that hidden spot inside you that had you both rolling your eyes and stilling.

He could already feel his orgasm grazing his fingertips, at a hairsbreadth of losing it all. But in fact he'd never been through such a lust, rollercoaster-like, losing himself in your warmth and wetness made him feel more loved than he ever has in his life.

Draken, Ken Ryuguji, all calloused fingers and bloody knuckles, all cold words and stern voice, held your wrist and started pounding his wild inside you, his pretty, soft little lamb.

His hot tongue licked a stripe along your neck, and already seeing the marks upon your skin could've send him to cloud nine. You were always so immaculate, and now were all stained, all marked. All over your silk, all he could read was

Ken, Ken, Ken...

-" That's right, m'pretty girl. Moan my fucking name, let him hear ya. Y'know I'll never let anyone see my gorgeous bitch, right ?"

Another time tightening around his length, and he was a goner.

All he could make out was his balls stiffening and soon, some of his cum starting to leak between your thighs, waves of bliss crashing and washing over him though he was drowning in a burning heat.

-" I... Fuck, such a good girl for daddy. Look how good you took it, best I've ever had."

Yes, Draken was a gentleman, he would never even think of hurting you.

But having your skin all red and purple marked under him, having his white ropes dripping from you, he must admit it was toxic but it was intoxicatingly addictive.

This image could have haunted his nightmares, months ago. His so strong stature, broad shoulders and big hands towering over your smaller, weaker body. But now, oh now it was the embodiment of his Nirvana.

-" one of... The best idea I've ever had, now we can go back to normal" you smiled absentmindedly, head falling on the desk and ass arching up against his balls. You yelped however as a harsh slap met your ass cheek, he laughed at your gasp.

-" Ain't ya cute thinking you're done with me ?" He chuckled, you shivered feeling his hot breath against the back of your neck. " Been dreamin' of a hundred ways to ruin this pussy, love. Now you gotta lemme try em all on ya. "

I gotta admit this was fun to write, we love a protective Draken 🖤 more Draken requests will come, I'm just at a loss of inspiration for now lol

@kendraken I believe you asked me to tag you in whatever thing I write for Draken ?

Also, I have a draft of something similar to this with Kakucho, I might just drop it someday

Have a good day, mommy Lina loves you

818 notes · View notes

lilyundertaker · 2 years

Text

April bullies day 23 - Lusting for you

Pairing: bully!Draken x reader; Genre: TokRev AU, smut, one-shot; Warnings: 18+, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, bullying, oral (f receiving) posessive Draken; Note: This is a happy birthaday present to @crimsonqueen398 and a thanks to you for supporting me when I needed it!!!

Ken Ryuguji, commonly known as Draken was your one true love. Well, he didn’t know it yet but you were confident that one day he’d… notice you? Yeah, right, like that’d ever happen. But whatever the case you attended the same high school. You were both the same age and studied at the same classroom. And the unfortunate part that the love between you was one-sided (not that Draken was even aware of the fact).

Before a test you put an anonymous sticky note on his table wishing him good luck. But as soon as he came back to his seat and read it he ripped it to shreds and threw it in the trash can. After the test he intentionally bumped into your shoulder making you drop all of your books. He must’ve known it was me, you thought sadly. Though weirdly enough ever since that time he would throw nasty glares at you while Takemichi walked you home. Luckily he lived right next to your apartment.

Since your first plan had failed you turned to plan B, namely seduction. You handpicked short skirts, off the shoulder top and your favorite nikes. After you were finished you asked Takemitchi to rate your outfit and he said a 10 out of 10 while blushing. Unfortunately, Draken wasn’t blushing nor reacting any other way. He wasn’t even looking at you and would sternly go past you.

After lessons you saw how he yet again climbed on his motorcycle and rode away through the dark district. With all your willpower you bid Takemichi goodbye and went yourself through the shady street. There were many gangsters around and you, walking in your near-skimpy outfit, were an eye-candy ready to be eaten. “What’s up lil rabbit? Ran into the wrong whole?” a man wearing gang uniform said, walking closer to you. You didn’t even get to response as an engine roared behind you. Draken. “Come on fuckers, you’re missing the meeting.” He shouted at them before throwing another nasty glare at you.

You were angry and out of options, shouting in your pillow. Right then you came up with a plan – you’d return to that shady place and ask for some type of narcotics – pills, cocaine or whatever you could get, taking 1 million yen with you. Though this time you wore your white crop top and matching sweatpants so that those gangsters wouldn’t mistake you for a whore.

“Back again huh, little rabbit?” one of them said. “Look, I just need something to dull my mind.” You said a bit anxiously in order to make yourself a believable addict. Once again you were erupted by the same engine as the previous day, but this time Draken got off of his motorcycle and ordered you to leave. “Fuck you Kenny boy. What are you, my mother?” you shouted back. The men behind you started giggling but with a single look from Draken they stopped,

The blonde picked the 1 million yen you had in your hand as you were prepared to buy some drugs, shoved it in his pocket and ordered the men to follow him. But before they left one of them put a small pack of weed in your pocket. By this point you were even more frustrated and it even became hard for you to concentrate on your studies.

But after your today’s lessons you were so shocked when Draken grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you to the P.E. hall from where he proceeded to drag you inside the equipment room. “I’m sick and tired from your stunts. Why can’t you get it inside that thick head of yours that there’s nothing between us!” he screamed at you, punching the wall behind him. “I’ll leave you be to think about your shit while I get some peace.” He said before walking out and locking you inside of the dark room.

Obviously, you banged your arms against the wooden door, apologized for every single thing you could think of that might’ve upset him, but no response came and so you began to cry. Your back slid down the cold wall and with your arms wrapped around your knees you were finally able to release all the frustration and sadness you had been feeling for months already.

You were released after hours by Takemichi who had found you after getting a tip from one of the students who had seen you with Draken. That night he stayed at your place to console you. “Come on Y/n, just get him out of your head and move on. I’m sure there are bunch of guys who’d date you.” He said. It was sort of a stepping stone for you to finally suck it up and let Draken go. Not that that was easy. You skipped school for a whole week, sitting home, eating ice cream and watching one romance movie after the other (Titanic was the first one on your list).

On Sunday morning you were woken by a loud knock on your door. “Coming!” you shouted back in hopes that the person would stop ringing those knocks in your ears. Damn Takemichi, Imma murder you for waking me up this early, you thought. You were left disappointed when it was DRAKEN on the other side of the door, making you think that you were still dreaming.

“May I come in.” he asked. “No!” you replied and tried to shut the door, but he put his hand on it. “Please Y/n let’s talk.” You didn’t answer but simply walked away. “What’s there to talk about? I think you made everything clear last Friday.” You said, slowly walking back to your bedroom with Draken hot on your trails. “This.” He turned you around and kissed you with all of his passion, eyes closed and hands wrapped around your midsection. Yeah, this is definitely a dream, you thought. But were left disappointed once again when you felt him lifting you up against his body, holding you by the meat of your ties and his tongue entered your mouth.

“What are…hmph” it wasn’t easy to speak when your ex-crush had his tongue down your throat. He continued the way to your bedroom and threw you on the bed. The impact made you more dizzy than the sleepiness so you were unable to react fast enough when Draken was on top of you kissing your neck.

“nghhh, why are you doing this t-to me-e?” you did your best to force out the words which proved to be hard with Draken licking all of your sensitive spots. “I’ve been wanting you for a long time.” That was impossible, he must be mad! Why else he would think that way about you? “Every single fucking time when you pranced around in those tight-fitted jeans, those crop tops leaving your belly open for everyone to see and drool over, all those skimpy outfits you worse…it drew so much attention that I got pissed off from fighting off all of those guys.” He growled in your ear before tracing wet kisses down your exposed tummy. “I locked you up so that you could think on your mistakes and be kept away from prying eyes but that damn Takemitchy got you out and it sickens me.” He said, resting his hands on the band of your shorts.

At this point everything clicked in your mind – you showed much skin when walking around school which might’ve made him mad and rip your note to shreds out of anger for other guys staring at you during the class. Not to mention when you walked to that dangerous street and showed yourself off to gang members. But it still didn’t justify why he wouldn’t tell you that he liked you in the first place.

You felt your shorts being slowly peeled off, making you squeal out of embarrassment. “Don’t worry pretty, this pussy is mine anyways.” He brought his face closer to your bare cunt and dived in as deep as he could, trying get your walls as slick as possible since it would be trouble for you to take his length in otherwise.

“Ahhhh Draken” “Ken-chin.” He corrected. “Call me Ken-chin when we’re alone.” Not that it was much easier to spell it when he was eating your pussy like a starved beast. “Sweet Jesus Ken-chin, I can’t take this for long. I haven’t…” before you could finish the sentence you already came, leaving Draken surprised. It was then that he realized you were a virgin, untouched by any other man. “Good my little princess. Since no one’s had you I’ll be your first and only or otherwise…” he stopped to lick upp some cum from your pulsing walls. “…I’ll have to kill a lot of people cause remember…*lick* you’re fucking mine and no one else’s.” with that he got rid of your clothing as well as his own and got you facing him on his lap.

“I’ll start this slowly princess, since you’re still new to this.” He said before slowly lowering you on his cock. Your face twisted in pained expression and you winced from the stretch so you held onto Draken for support. “You’re doing great my princess. Yes, just like that.” His arms held you lovingly and helped you move up and down his shaft so that you could get used to the foreign feeling.

“I-I can take it now Ken-chin.” You gave him the green light and he began to bounce you on his cock, all the while his face buried in your soft breasts. It felt so nice that he decided to do it face to face rather than taking you from the back since you could also see how good you made him feel, not mention it gave you the privilege to entangle your hands in his blonde locks.

“Damn princess, if you won’t stop flexing your pussy like that I’ll cum in a second.” You weren’t sure of what he was talking about, but you could make up references as to what he meant. Even if you were flexing your walls it was unintentional since you hadn’t had sex in your entire life.

“Fuck don’t..” he said before cumming inside of you, with you being not far from him too. He collected you in his arms and went to the shower to clean your bodies. “Next time you’re sitting on my face so that I can suck on that baby pussy of yours properly.” He promised and kissed you again and again.

From then on your trip to school and back home was at the back of his motorcycle and he wouldn’t let you go alone or with Takemichi even if you begged him. He also brought you through the dangerous district, making sure that everybody saw to whom you belonged to.

You thanked to the gods that you didn’t become pregnant at the first time as you were partially oblivious to plan b or contraception at all as you were never in need of it, but Draken, living out his days in a brothel, had loads of experience on it so he kept you well informed. It turned out that he had also worked hard with his gang to sell drugs and from the money he had got from the business he was able to afford a house for just the two of you plus, after the first month of living together he gave you 1million yen as a present along with a gold dragon pendant intervined around the letter D.

On the dark summery nights you’d be sat on Draken’s motorcycle as he’d be on one knee, eating you out for your pleasure and his. “Ken-chin I-I’m cumming.” You mewled before you came all over his face, some of it also wetting his shirt and jacket. Despite your pleas he wouldn’t stop. “Come on little princess, I’m sure you can take another one!”

#tokrev #tokyo revengers #ryuguji ken #ken ryuguji #draken #draken x female reader #draken x reader #draken x you #draken x y/n #y/n #you #reader #april bullies

727 notes · View notes

mik3ysprincess03 · 2 years

Text

Marijuana: Draken X Female reader.

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐝, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐭

— 𝐎𝐡, 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭.

m.list

cw: virginity taken, age gap, pussy eating, size difference, dub con, high sex, innocent reader, daddy kink, corruption kink, slight degrading, public sex, breeding, bimbo cry baby reader. time skip draken, 18+ mdni, female reader.

wc: 2,462.

a/n: I wrote this all when I was as high as a kite, so the inspiration for draken fucking an innocent and virgin reader after smoking a joint was there. I hope you like this!

please reblog and share if you enjoy!!

♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡

You and Draken had just began smoking a joint, a joint in which you both took hits from together and shared. It was your first time smoking weed and Draken wanted to teach you.

This was the start of your blossoming relationship and Ken Ryuguji was your first boyfriend.

You were visiting him at the bike shop he worked at, he worked a late shift and it was currently 1:22 AM. You were in college and Draken was approaching his late twenties, Draken was always amused with your age gap. He took pride in teaching you new things and showing you the ropes to being an adult. He was a good boyfriend at that, protecting you like his little princess.

It was now a dark and hot summer night. You took his instructions on how to smoke weed and you were now feeling the high. You looked into your boyfriend’s dark and blood shot, hazy eyes.

“Kenny- I’m feeling it.” You coughed with a whine as you blew the smoke out, going into a trance.

Draken smirked at you. “Silly lil thing. She gets high for the first time and is already whining. What’s up sweet heart?” He asked as you giggled in a high pitched tone.

“Bein’ high feels so good!” You grinned, your eyes getting red. “Yeah? Looks like you’re having a good time. I’m glad to teach you new things.” Draken replied as he quirked up an eyebrow.

He was fiddling with the black lighter in his hand as he looked at the night time city lights.

Not to mention you were a virgin, still. You were such a beautiful young woman, it shocked Draken.

Draken who was wearing some black jeans and a black t-shirt. The sweet scent of marajuana leaves filled your nose, along with the scent of smoke.

“Two more hits just like this, baby.” He instructed you ever so gently.

Your head felt light and like you were in a hypnotic state, your cheeks rosy. “Draken!” You smiled as you wrapped your arms around him.

Draken’s hands trailed down to your butt after initially hugging your small frame, giving it a little squeeze as you squeaked out of surprise. “Cute booty shorts ya got on, doll” the man stated as he gave you a little spank.

Your hand gripped onto his buff shoulder as you whined, you looked up to meet his eyes with your own before leaning in to kiss him.

He kissed your back, Draken’s wet lips slamming against your dolled up lips. Your pink lipstick getting on the stubble on his chin a tad bit.

His tongue quickly slid into your mouth and collided his with yours, Draken fuckin’ loved corrupting you. It was hard for him to hold back from fucking you right then and there the first time you got drunk together.

You were oblivious to Draken’s plans of turning you into his little cum slut.

Tonight was that night. The window to the shop was open, anyone who walked by or drove by and looked inside would be able to see what you and him were doing.

Draken’s mouth moved from the kiss before he looked into your eyes. “Let’s go inside.” To which you nodded your head and grabbed his hand following him in response.

You followed him back inside the bike shop as he lifted you up on the table he used for work. He began to lean into your neck, pressing kisses all over the tender skin before sucking on it.

The shop was empty and quiet, nobody would come in. He was closed up for the night and just had some cleaning to do, so nobody would catch you.

He planned to leave you covered in marks. This was an unfamiliar sensation which results into you whimpering and arching your back, the once soft skin was now left with a purple and red mark.

His much larger hands trailed down to your chest as he began to massage your breasts and gave them a squeeze. “D-Draken” you started, “nobody’s touched you like this before?” He asked to confirm and you nodded your head timidly.

He looked down at your angelic body, it was all his to ruin.

“This is what it should feel like when a man touches you, it’s good isn’t it?” He asked, his earrings glimmering in the dim lights.

“S-so good” you quiver.

Draken lifted your shirt over your head as he got you now in only a bra and your skimpy little shorts. He made his way between your legs, you began to feel a strange feeling.

Your pussy began to feel hot, tingly and made you squirm in your position. You were now beginning to get wet, a new feeling of desire and lust filled your pure body, looking back up at you was the tainted man ready to take you.

You had a (favorite color) bra on, it was lacy and frilly as it pushed up your pretty tits giving them a nice lift. Draken reached behind your back as he unhooked your bra, letting your breasts release from the bra. They bounced a little bit and were quickly manhandled by your boyfriend.

Draken squeezed your nipples, before leaning down to suck on your tits. You moaned and instinctively wrapped your leg’s around his waist. “Do you like that baby girl? Like havin’ your little tits sucked on like this?” He hissed out as your face heated up.

“Mhm D-Draken.” You muttered before he placed a finger above your lip.

“Call me daddy.” He commanded, “daddy?” You called out softly.

“Good girl.” He hums as he continued to suck on your breasts, the scent of his musky and strong cologne now filled your lungs along with the sweet weed.

His hands reached down to unbutton your jean shorts, before pulling them off of you while slipping off your shoes as well. Your matching panties with a precious bow on them was what he was now faced with.

His hands grazed your wide hips, he caressed your small curves as Draken’s veiny hands rubbed the dainty cloth covering your most sensitive part.

“Why does it feel so wet here, huh?” He teased in a low toned, raspy voice as his finger trailed against your slit through the outside of your (favorite color) panties.

“Mm I dunno, you are making me feel so good daddy.” You muttered with embarrassment. “I got so wet!” You yelp out and Draken chuckled, getting reminded at how good younger girls were at pleasing him and his sick mind.

“Yes you are very wet, it’s making my cock get hard. Are you on birth control? Dumb question, I feel like I might already know the answer.” The man asked you while rubbing his thumb against your nub through your panties.

You paused for a moment, you felt so euphoric and in a light headed state. “No birth control.” You said in a innocent facade.

“Shit.” Draken paused, was this a risk he was willing to take? You could always have plan b in the morning and he’d deal with however the outcome may be. “That’s okay, you are too sexy to resist.”

“Daddy’s going to breed you, do you understand what that means?” Draken asked you with sultry laced in his voice.

“Nn, to cum inside my hole?” You asked.

“Good girl.”

Draken began to take his own shirt off, showing his muscular torso and abs to you, it was like eye candy for your doe eyes. You looked up innocently almost asking him for permission, before he nodded, looking at your dolled up eyes.

You used your hand to stroke his muscles, touching them in excitement at feeling your boyfriend’s body.

He slid your panties off of you, “lean back and spread your legs, let me see you.” Draken ordered, letting his high consume him.

Following his orders as you leaned back to lay your back flat against the table, your body bare and on full show for him.

You spread your legs, to reveal to Kenny your glistening slit. Your pink folds soaked with your juices, you felt like gushing.

Draken began to undo his belt, letting it drop to the floor as you looked down, watching him undo his jeans and dropping them to the floor. You had your shoes slipped off somewhere in between everything that happened, your cute painted toes were exposed too.

“Look here, baby.” Draken said pointing to his cock. “This is gonna go inside your pretty pink pussy.”

You bit down on your lip and gulped as you saw Draken’s cock. Of course, you had seen them in porn before but never in real life. This felt so much more connected and intimate than your fantasies.

Draken’s cock was close to 8 inches it appeared, it was thick and veiny. His tip was red and swollen as it was rock hard.

He immediately dove his head down in between your legs, you felt heavy breaths on your pussy. “Hold your legs.” He spoke bluntly, you held your legs up for support. He wanted to devour you.

You felt his warm tongue glide against your clit, pleasure immediately filled your petite body. “Ahh” you moaned, he began to eat your pussy, it was sloppy and messy.

Draken’s tongue flicked against your clit, spreading your lips to suck on the folds. His tongue entered your hole as it explored your insides.

“D-daddy it feels so good,” you manage out with a whine. “Mm” Draken hums out “your pussy tastes so sweet, I’m getting ya ready for daddy’s cock to pop your cherry.” He coos as your submissive state.

You cry out in pleasure as the sensation builds up more and more. Making you closer to cumming all over his face. It had only been a few short minutes since he started, your pussy oozed with arousal which your boyfriend ate up.

“Feels good daddy, please don’t stop mmm!” You cried “I’m gonna cum.” Your soft voice declared.

Draken didn’t stop, he kept going, his cock leaking with pre cum as he wanted to make you cum. This was your first time ever being eaten out by a man, it was incredible.

You started to orgasm, your body shaking and Draken could tell based on your noises. Oh, the bliss of such an innocent and cute girl cumming all over his tongue.

“Fuck! Right there, please. Daddy ‘m cumming” you came, letting out a variety of lewd noises and drooling.

You came down from your high, heavy breathing as he took his mouth off of your cunt. “Good girl, just like that. Cum for me.” Draken grinned maliciously.

A part of him felt guilt in taking the innocence from such an innocent and young girl compared to him, in college and just budding into adult hood. But, that’s what made it hot.

Draken, a tainted yet mellow guy. He exuded an aura of dominance, was in a gang previously, is tough, with tattoos, drove a motorcycle and knew how to please a woman.

He stood back up, pushing himself even further between your legs as he lined up his tip with your leaking wet slit. He positioned himself at your hole before pushing in.

“This may hurt, hold on to me.” Draken rasped as he leaned down for you to wrap your arms around his torso, gripping his back as he pushed his cock into your pussy.

Your wet and slick walls gladly welcomed his length. You tightly wrapped around him, tears began to steam down your cheeks. It hurt.

“Daddy, it hurts!” You cried as he groaned in pleasure “shh, it’s alright. You’re doing so good, little slut.” He praised.

He gave you a moment for you to adjust around him, before beginning to trust. His inner desires took over, he tried to pace himself. Draken was really holding back on pounding you senseless.

You were loud, such a little slut. Now discovering the joys of sex and getting fucked. “Good girl, feel my cock at your womb? I’m already hitting that cervix.” Draken hissed, grunting as his lips slammed against yours.

“Yes daddy! Gimme more, it hurts so good” you embraced his lips as you moaned into the kiss. His other hand wiping a tear away.

Holy shit, this was the shit that reminded why Draken loved virgins; specifically you.

He went harder and harder, balls slapping against your skin as your creamed all over his cock. Your white and sticky fluids covering his girth, he noticed this as he looked down to watched your pussy cream on him.

“I can’t take no more!” You whined.

“No no, you’re doing so well. Your pussy just creamed all over my dick it means you feel good, daddy’s gonna cum soon.” Draken growled, his blonde eyebrows furrowing as he leaned his head back in ecstasy.

A high euphoric feeling took over you and him both, making the sex feel even better, it felt like you were entering a galactic state.

You looked down to watch his cock slamming into your pussy, you could feel your cervix being hit repeatedly by his hard man hood.

“Stop squirming.” He barked as he lifted your hands above your head to pin you down, “keep takin’ my cock, baby girl.” Draken’s voice praised.

You cried out in pleasure, your pussy squeezing his cock as you began to feel his cock twitch inside of you.

“I’m going to cum. Good girl, stay like that. You’re going to feel the sensation of a real man cumming inside of you.” Draken cooed in pride as he saw his precious virgin girlfriend being deflowered and relentlessly abused by him.

You nodded your head continuously as you squirted all over his cock, crying out in pleasure as Draken began to breathe heavily — "fuck, daddy is going to give you his baby" Draken moaned, he released his hot sticky semen to cover your insides.

“Mm, daddy.” You began to cry again after all of the new feelings, coming down from your high as Draken pulled out letting his seed ooze out.

He pulled you into his arms “you did so well, I’m so proud of you (name). It’s alright princess, I’m here.”

You hugged him as you embraced the experience of having sex for the first time, it had all felt incredible. It was even better with an older man, while high.

“Thank you Kenny, it was so good.” You buried your head into his neck as he picks you up.

He gave a gentle expression your way yet all that could fill his mind of how that cum shot inside you could potentially knock you up, “thank you too, let’s get you cleaned up and I’ll ride us home.”

end note. thank you to kid cudi for motivating me through this, listen to the songs “marijuana” and “love is a bitch” by two feet to feel the vibe I was going for with this. <3 love you love you, take care of yourselves friends n happy july hehe.

801 notes · View notes