#Draken imagine

[cannellee]

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE (mythological au!) ☆

୨୧ demigod! alpha! tokyo revengers x omega! reader (pairing : kazutora, mitsuya, baji, mikey, takemichi, shinichiro, izana, ran, draken, taiju, kokonoi, kakucho)

— a mix of what cabins they would be in and how they would be like with their omega (cabin = which god/goddess would they be the son of)

my masterlist : ☆

(I just finished watching the serie 'percy jackson' on disney+ and I just thought it would be an interesting idea to explore! of course it's purely my opinion and it might not be really representative. it's also fine if you don't know anything about percy jackson! I didn't add any details about the plot/storyline)

(+ if you've read my other headcanons, some of them might be similar to what I've already posted.. I hope none of you will mind!)

(+ I'm thinking about making it a serie : about a huge harem probably? or separated stories about omega!reader's life inside the half blood camp pls tell me what you think!!)

ALPHA! KAZUTORA (aphrodite)

he's a hard one, like all the others, but I remember seeing a post in which kazutora was described as fairly attractive and that he was quite popular with the girls. seeing just how deceiving he can be with a charming smile on, convinced me to put him under the banner of aphrodite.

with the omega he wants to court, kazutora has no shame making use of his powers to woo her. he'll manipulate her emotions so she can only find comfort in his arms. despite being an alpha, kazutora has a pretty delicate scent which makes you want to trust him. he's aware of his charm and makes a good use of it whenever he considers necessary.

he's hopelessly devoted and indulges in his passionate love a 100%, so he often comes off as intense and overwhelming. he doesn't care though, he loves his omega with a burning passion and you need to know it. people also need to stay put, as he's pretty jealous. he's not the son of love itself for nothing, if an opponent arises, he's quick to get rid of him.

as I said, kazutora is willing to manipulate you in order to get you under his watch. he wants to supervise his lover. as an alpha, he's even more protective and possessive, he's terrified of losing you to someone else. he'll shower you with compliments and affection, inevitably forcing you to let your guard down because he's just so kind. this will make it easy for him to keep you under his influence, whether you know it or not.

as a child of aphrodite, kazutora wants to make you fall in love with him, it doesn't matter if it's with a false image of him or if he had to manipulate you. he just wants his pretty omega by his side, the only one worthy of his love and worship.

kazutora still is a toxic person, he'll exploit your vulnerabilities and the trust you place in him, for his own gain. he could use guilt-tripping, gaslighting or emotional blackmail ; he has no morals. he wants you for himself and he'll use any ways he sees fit to achieve his dream of being the only one you think about. you're the only one on his mind, it should go both ways, otherwise kazutora will feel betrayed.

you often get confused at his behaviour. how can someone be so kind, soft and attentive to you, just to end up messing with your mind like that. you don't know what to think anymore and you're just left with kazutora as your compass, as he successfully got rid of anything susceptible to drive you away from him. you didn't even realise – with how sweetly overbearing his presence is – that he managed to make your cute little brain forget about everything else. your feelings, all over the place because of his sickly gentle smiles and words, made you solely focus on him to the point that you just couldn't find happiness in anyone else but him.

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ALPHA! MITSUYA (hera)

I think he could be a child of hera ; he's a great cook, responsible and reliable, independent and has his priorities straight. it's also confirmed that he's one of the best boyfriends of toman and I know alpha!mitsuya's dream is to build a family. the way he looks after his little sisters, despite his exhaustion, is a sign of how family oriented he is.

mitsuya is just so kind with his omega, reassuring, and a strong power you can count on. you don't fear anything when he's here, he's a protector and a provider. he has a deep sense of duty which compels him to keep you healthy and happy.

his omega is his joy, he's happy if you are. mitsuya is committed and view your relationship as something extremely serious he would never let go of. he expects the same devotion from his omega, as he values loyalty above anything else.

he wishes for you both to marry each other as he thrives in your presence. you can expect a merry domestic life with him, he takes care of you and keeps the relationship going with cute and funny date ideas. he has everything planned along for you, he wants to secure your future and make sure everything goes smoothly.

he also provides a stable environment for you, he approaches conflicts calmly and rationally, so you never stressed out whenever you have one of those rare arguments. your couple is healthy and lovely, mitsuya cuddles you each day, calls you whenever he has time and he's away ; he wants nothing more than to keep you safe, showering you with tender affection.

you'll never feel unloved or unsafe. hera is fierce and protective, she's also a jealous deity who sees her couple as almost sacred. mitsuya will eradicate any threats that might come your way. he'll go feral should his omega ever feel scared and distressed. it would mean that he failed as your alpha and mitsuya would feel more than defeated, crushed and will be desperate to make it up to you, to show you you can still rely on him. please give him a chance.

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ALPHA! BAJI (zeus)

baji is a son of zeus. he might not be the leader of toman, but he does have that central position with a ton lot of leadership qualities in him. he kind of is a mediator in a way, and cares for the people around him a lot, and they also look up to him, which gives him a lot of authority.

he's controlling and will absolutely get mad in the right situations. baji doesn't let just anyone near his omega, but he tries to take your opinions into consideration. he might be an alpha and therefore know better than you about whether something or someone is dangerous, but he'll let you do your own thing as long as he's there to watch and protect.

he wants a bit of control over you as well. as I said, his protective instincts are strong and very sensitive, he isn't delusional the way kazutora could be, but he's weary and suspicious. one wrong move and that man you were talking to is done for.

it might come out as small bursts of aggressiveness and anger, throwing earth shaking thunders whenever his omega's well being and honour are threatened. this behaviour of his truly is a shocking contrast to how soft and enamored he is with you. people are cautious around him, scared even, like they are walking around a volcano ready to burst. but you just have that privileged relationship with him, which allows you to let your guard down and jokingly mess with him. he lets you do about anything you want and accepts everything you do with a straight face and a satisfied scent.

baji wants to claim you. not just for everyone to see but to feel a connection with the one he devoted himself to. you're his whole world, you offer him stability and a place he can finally let go of all his worries and responsibilities. he wants nothing more than to solidify that strong link between the two of you.

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ALPHA! TAKEMICHI (hermes)

without any surprise, takemichi definitely is a son of hermes. be it the way he time travels, his smart personality (yes) ; he can think quickly and make the actual best decisions even if he doesn't realise it. despite being awkward, he communicates well and makes friends everywhere he goes, he's a people magnet and charms them unknowingly.

takemichi was able to court you with his naturally funny personality and playful banter. he's awkward ; and that's a good change you love to see in an alpha. he's not overwhelming and gives you your own space. he's respectful and values your opinions so much to the point that you might as well be his moral compass.

he has great principles and you would never abuse his kindness and dedication to you. but you can't help but notice how tamed he becomes whenever you're talking to him. if you tell or ask him something, he complies without a word.

in his eyes, you're glowing and smell so divinely good. are you sure you're not a goddess yourself ? because takemichi just can't get enough of you, as if he's hypnotized.

despite being surrounded by so many people, takemichi's eyes are solely set on you. he lives to make you laugh and is very sensitive about your emotions ; whenever you're down and feeling stressed, he quickly becomes a huge support. he calms you, reassures you by drowning you in his scent and praises. he knows exactly what to say.

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ALPHA! MIKEY (ares)

I don't think it surprises anyone as well, but I see him as a child of ares. although with his complex personality it's hard to rank him under a god for sure, but he shares the most traits with him, especially with his "dark impulse". he likes to fight, get into trouble and doesn't actively respect hierarchies. and not only does he love throwing hands, but he's particularly good at it, to the point of sparking fear and respect to his comrades and enemies alike.

mikey's personality as the son of ares isn't exactly that far from the reality. he's often violent, and for no particular reasons. but he's even more reckless whenever it involves his omega. along with provoking such violent urges, it also gives him another reason to beat someone up and he would never dodge that chance.

still, he's charismatic and despite everything, you find yourself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. he's so confident, jumping into any battles without an ounce of fear that your instincts can't help but feel at ease with him. you know you have nothing to fear ; mikey will protect you at the cost of his life. and his reputation also works like a charm to keep danger at bay.

mikey is jealous, and will become enraged if you were to show interest or affection for other men. instead of confronting you, he'll just erase them directly. that way, you have no other choice than to turn to him. if mikey keeps eliminating all of his concurrency, you'll soon come to realise that no other alphas can compare to him. you'll look at him with just as much love and desperation as he does. he doesn't care if he has to use his power and influence to keep you by his side, he'll do it with little to no regard for consequences. so what if you're mad or devastated, it was the right thing to do : a good alpha can't let bugs crawl around his omega.

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ALPHA! SHINICHIRO (apollo)

I hesitated between apollo and hephaestus, but I figured the only think he really shares with him is his ability to create, his love for machines and his technical skills. so I settled for apollo! shinichiro is a peaceful mediator, kind and compassionate, he sees the good in everyone and doesn't tolerate people without any sense of morality. he might not play any instrument and doesn't have a particular taste for music, but he has that healing and positive aura that draws people to him, kind of like takemichi.

in shinichiro's eyes, you're a joy to be around and he wants to keep that merry personality of yours by his side for as much as you'll let him.

I like to imagine alpha!shinichiro similar to who he was during the first timeline : a fierce and great fighter, with an abundant love for his family.

shinichiro nurtures an ardent affection for you, unwavering and he borderline worships you. he won't let anyone harm you, he'll fight for you, threatens anyone for you and do so much more. he has a sense of responsibility now that you're his, he can't let you down nor disappoint you. you'll see just how much of an infatuated man he is.

apollo is cruel and vengeful ; shinichiro doesn't tolerate any negative intentions towards his omega. he's observant and doesn't let second chances : if you disrespect his lover, you'll pay, end of story.

just remember apollo's love life, he's passionate and romantic. it goes beyond death and he's loyal to a fault. shinichiro knows you're the one, you make him believe in love at first sight.

just as any other god, apollo is jealous. this trait of his passed down to shinichiro, who actually acts out on this feeling secretly. he won't ever let you see such a bad side of him ; he's supposed to be your unshakable partner, calm and collected. he'll just claim you, scent you, appears more often with you during social outings. and if that still doesn't work, he'll have no choice but to be more violent. but you'll know none of this ; he'll remain confident and positive, with soft smiles and tender kisses.

he provides such a comforting space for his omega, soothing any of your worry with a radiant smile. you know he has everything under control, so you can abandon yourself completely to your alpha.

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ALPHA! IZANA (hades)

izana could be associated with so many deities but I'll settle for hades. his deranged thoughts and past actually make up most of his personality and explain his whole behaviour; he can't let go of any of his burdens and remains absolutely crushed and tortured by them. he feels lonely, betrayed and has so many negative emotions circling around him. he has trouble connecting with other people the way any normal person would, he's rude and direct, and you can even think he doesn't actually care about his comrades because of his aggressive actions.

contrary to hades, izana does let out his emotions a lot. he actually can't quite control them and is often a slave to his own feelings. he's crazily jealous and possessive, his instincts are all over the place, forcing him to keep you locked away somewhere he considers safe enough.

he hates those lusty eyes people have whenever you come by, he wants to just tear their faces apart. still, he does nothing, too preoccupied by the image you might have of him.

he's violent and pitiless, but there are times when he's self conscious and would hate himself if you were to tremble and cry from fear of him. sure it does help to keep you in check ; his omega should listen well, stay put and pretty, ready to obey him. but there's a limit he's not mentally ready to cross. don't hate him the way others do, don't look at him with a consuming fear he's so familiar to see in other's eyes.

you're one of the few people, if not the only, he lets himself be vulnerable around. he expects a devotion and willingness on your side to just do anything he asks. he won't hesitate to force you into submission, coating you with sweet words contrasting of his actions ; he doesn't know how to love and it will feel suffocating at times. but you manage.

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ALPHA! RAN (dionysus)

an easy one. dionysus is the god of wine and parties and likes to be the center of attention, although this could be more accurate for bonten!ran era. ran just loves to indulge in pleasures, participate in what one would consider as immoral and unholy. he actually couldn't care less about other people's opinions and simply enjoys what life has in store (brothels, alcohol, murder... you get it). ran is a red flag and he just enjoys chaos, he doesn't care about stability and just want to have fun. he's intense and often hard to decipher, making him a complex person.

ran is absolutely infatuated with you, he finds you intriguing, ridiculously pretty and your scent is intoxicating. how can he not desire your presence ?

being with you feels like a drug, you just can't leave his mind and that's why he can't let go of you either. he indulges fully into the pleasures of life and you just so happen to be the perfect embodiment of all the joys he seems to crave so openly.

he is sociable and there always seems to be a flock of people around him. he loves the attention, but yours particularly, to your surprise. you don't know what about you charmed him, why you of all people considering how popular he is. but here you are, glued to him and not exactly out of your own will.

ran wants you by his side, so you'll stay. simple as that. he's constantly burying his nose in the crook of your neck. you just smell so nice and every part of you is to die for. he extends predatory hands out to you, exploring your body shamelessly without any concerns for how you feel. he just wants to touch you, feel you and own you.

he's a great talker, he knows exactly what to tell you to make you behave the way he wants. if he doesn't like you around someone, he won't tell you directly, although he could, considering the power he has over you. but he'd rather make it fun : not letting you have any control over the situation and making you act a certain way all because he decided of it. like a puppet, you'll be under the good will of ran, you don't have a word to say.

despite this complex personality, he doesn't like when things get too complicated. yes he might enjoy tricking you and messing with your head, but he's all too open to fun and pleasure. so he's someone who'll spend his time having fun with you, never letting anything get boring.

as I said, he's possessive. he's an alpha and a demigod. you're both his plaything and partner, and he absolutely despises whenever someone tries to turn you away from him. just like how he looks for you first in a crowd, his omega can't have wandering eyes. he gets annoyed quickly when his fun is ruined by a stupid alpha, so he'll also get rid of the problem just as fast as it appeared. no time for gloomy and uncomfortable feelings !

he doesn't know any limits and doesn't seem to understand why you might have any. he'll let you do about anything to him, use him to satisfy any urge you might have, relieve your anger and envy however you like. just use him, just like he does with you. that's his definition of love and he can't help but levitate around you like a magnet. it's stronger than him.

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ALPHA! DRAKEN (poseidon)

I'm not satisfied with this pick, but draken works well as a son of poseidon. he's big and tall, imposing, but never goes too far, he knows how to regulate his strength as to not abuse it. he's protective and loyal, calm at times and especially when it's needed. he's a pillar to his team, toman, and people know they can count on him. he's stoic and you would never guess what's going on inside his head, although it doesn't mean he's aloof ; as I said, he's attentive and caring, he's both a shield and sword to his friends.

draken here is a bit similar to what I already wrote about him on my blog so I'll be quick.

it's painfully obvious you're his omega and you're not to be messed with. he's stable like the sea and you can't help but wish he'll let you stick with him. luckily, draken has heart eyes for you only, so he lets you have your own privileges.

it's sometimes so subtle you might not notice it. but draken does have a soft spot for you ; constantly checking up on you, asking you where you've been, what you did and with whom.

I know poseidon has a bad temper, he is proud and competitive. draken is all of the above but in a reasonable way, he doesn't go overboard. when he's in a stable condition, he knows he has the situation under control and doesn't even feel the need to keep you away. you're an omega sure, but he trusts himself enough that you don't need to be hidden.

as I said, he appears calm, but whenever he does get angry, albeit not that rare, it's always shocking and terrifying. he's so intimidating, he has that dark look which makes you want to lower your gaze, and his scent forces anyone to recognize his power.

he's so protective, gently cradling you in his arms if you're feeling scared. even if he knows you have nothing to be scared of – since he's there – he won't allow any negative emotions to crawl their way up to you. he's your shield to this particularly cruel world.

he will never judge you for how you feel : he's aware that omegas are more sensitive than alphas. he will therefore make sure you're never exposed to too much at once. he'll just assert dominance, both to keep you safe and to inform others that he's what they'll be confronted with if they ever approach you.

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ALPHA! TAIJU (ares)

another son of ares! I can't see him as anything else than that, taiju literally is the embodiment of war and violence. he has a quick temper, he easily gets annoyed and wants things to go his way. his solution to problems is to use his fists carelessly and he's not that reassuring, no matter who you are to him (friend, family, comrade or enemy). and I just know this man has a massive breeding kink, which would totally fit with ares, as he's a symbol of virility and masculine potency. this guy wants a lineage and to exert control over his omega.

same for him, I already described him pretty well in other posts so it will probably be repetitive.

taiju is unsurprisingly aggressive and thrives whenever he's surrounded by violence. he wants nothing more than to taste blood and feel the adrenaline a good fight gives him.

he wants you to look at him, to see just how strong your alpha is. be proud and feel safe. taiju is sending you painfully obvious messages of what will happen if he was to catch you cheating. you can be sure he'll never let it slide, he'll beat the hell out of anyone who looks at you and anyone you look at. by now, you learnt to never cross the eyes of anyone else for their own sake.

he's suffocating, his love is mean and jealous. you're his precious possession, don't leave his sight. he likes to see you look so small, he towers over you like he could crush your frail form if he didn't pay attention to how much pressure he was hugging you with.

this difference makes him feel in charge in the best way possible, he knows you can't resist him anyways. he loves that vulnerability of yours, how naive and dumb you can be. let taiju be the master of your decisions. as an alpha, he's way better suited to guide you than you are. please stay quiet and cute, just like always. he can't have his adorable omega tainted by unholy thoughts and disgusting people. you're so pure, you need to stay that way.

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ALPHA! KOKONOI (athena)

I was tempted to associate him to dionysus, but he doesn't have that extravagant personality and tendency of falling into the excesses. so athena is a pretty good pick I think. he's calm and collected, deeply loyal and ready to sacrifice himself for his loved ones, even going as far as giving up his morals. he's extremely smart and understands how everything works easily, he never strays from his goal once he has his mind set on it and his role as a money maker in his gang proves just how much his members trust him and recognize his reliability. moreover, he's not just brains, but knows how to fight pretty well, making him a great opponent.

he's cool headed most of the times. you're automatically attracted to him by his honesty and steadfast love for you. he wants the best for you and he'll give it to you in a heartbeat.

yes he does care about good and evil, what is right and wrong, but with his doe-eyed omega right in front of him, it's easy for him to just forget what morality is. he tries his best to add you into his virtuous life, but he often strays off from his righteous path if your safety is involved.

he's oftentimes composed and keeps his emotions his check, he doesn't get easily affected by the sorrows of others. but you're his weakness, and he hates your crying face despite everything. it bothers him so much to be this affected by you, but he slowly came to embrace his love for you, and life has never been easier.

he's so faithful. there's something about the both of you being so committed to one another that drives his mind crazy. he recognises you as one of his own, you're his omega and therefore, all of the people he interacts with need to show you the same respect he harbours for you.

just like athena is a defensive force, kokonoi has a strong sense of duty : he protects you without any fear. if he can't do that correctly then he has nothing to be proud of. it's a life rule at this point ; no harm should come across your silk-like skin.

he's possessive and does scent you a lot, but he doesn't want to come off as suffocating and too overpowering. he gives you your own time and space, letting you go away to cool off if you ever get mad at him. it does kill him to have you so far away from him and to know he's the reason of your annoyance, but he also knows what's best for your relationship and he doesn't want to risk anything he carefully built with you for so long.

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ALPHA! KAKUCHO (demeter)

I know this one will make a few brows furrow, but I just think it fits. demeter is kind and compassionate, just like kakucho. he has that protective role in the gang, especially towards izana and he's ready to ignore justice, morals and virtue in favour of his loved ones. he's similar in this way, to how protective demeter is with her daughter persephone. kakucho loves deeply and his fierce nature serves others, not his ideals or own goals.

kakucho is a kind alpha! he has no dirty thoughts and bad intentions towards you. he simply loves you and wish you would reciprocate his feelings.

he won't force anything on you, while being deeply involved in your relationship. he admires you and your generous personality. he thinks you're out of his league but still, he'll try to win your heart by exceeding every of your expectations.

just like demeter who's overly protective of her daughter, kakucho's main concern is his omega. it's getting repetitive but you need to know that an alpha mixed with a god can be nothing else if not possessive and protective.

kakucho reminds you of a warm home and you're always more than happy to jump into his arms, excited for his comforting hugs. he kisses your temple softly, whispers praises words of how pretty you look and caresses your knuckles with his thumb whenever he holds your hand.

it's literally written on his face that he loves you more than he values his life. he gets shy when you mention it but never denies it. contrary to some alphas, he isn't embarrassed to affirm that he indeed listens very well to his omega. he, who is supposed to be all big and intimidating, melts into a puddle whenever you call him over with a baby voice. god, he loves when you treat him so sweetly.

demeter also has a temper of her own and could become very fierce when angry. kakucho has that vibe as well, the feeling of a sleeping storm, awaiting the moment when someone will mess something up to burst.

he usually doesn't let his emotions control him, but when someone threatens him to steal you from him because he supposedly can't take care of you, he just explodes. kakucho will give anything he has and doesn't have for you, what right does a stranger have to quality him as competent enough or not ? although when his wrath has passed, he'll feel a bit self conscious and scared that some truth was hidden in his words. but if you do a great job at reassuring him and telling him how safe and giddy kakucho makes you feel, then he'll be fine as well.

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Mikey/Draken/Baji/Mitsuya/Shinichiro x Reader (Shameless Gangbang Tease)

𖦹 Warning tags: Gang members x Reader, smut, rough sex, shameless smut, five x one, glorious orgasms, creampie, cumplay, breeding, explicit sexual consent, sexual tension, obsession, possessive behavior, five boyfriends to eat, shameless flirting, unprotected sex, breeding kink, breast feeding kink, deepthroat kink, friends to lovers, blowjobs, hair pulling, scratching, consensual fivesome, boys sickly in love with reader (must of this tags belong to the complete story) -

Your dreams were getting worse every day and you knew when it all started. Somehow, these boys just made you awfully and embarrassingly, nervous.

"Some close friends of my brother are going to start working here with us for a while, (Y/N), is that okey with ya?” 

Shinichiro had asked you with a soft and friendly smile on his lips. "They are all gang members like I was when I was young,” the black-haired scratched nervously at his nape, “but now that everyone is going to university, they maintain the gang more so as not to lose contact with all the members than other thing—I mean… they no longer break the law….”

You shrugged without turning to look at him, focused on finishing screwing the piece together. 

"This is your workshop, Shinichiro; I have no say in that." 

It still makes your cheeks burn to remember how uncomfortable your crotch felt when your boss's warm and strong hand suddenly took you by the face so that you had to look him in the eye.

"But of course you have a say in this, (Y/N)!" 

The eldest Sano gaze shone with so much intention you could swear your heart skip a beat, his thumb absentmindedly caressing the side of your chin, as he was so used to invade your personal space since both had been working together for over three years by now. 

"You are my most valuable employee, you have never taken a day off, you have never been sick, you are never late, you are outstandingly kind and polite to the clients and you always have a smile for me...-" somehow the air entering your lungs wasn’t enough right then, "...that is very valuable to me, and making you comfortable has become one of my priorities." Shinichiro assured you, and you felt like hitting yourself for stuttering when replying.

"I-I don't mind, Shini, really." You did your best to put yourself together quickly, clearing your throat to disguise the gentle pull to free yourself from his greedy grip. "I mean, I already know Mikey and Izana, I get along with both of them just fine,” you reminded him, “I'm sure I'll get along with the rest just as well."

Shinichiro stared at you with that look that indicated he was analyzing you, trying to guess if you were lying to him to please him or if you really didn't mind, after a minute of scrutiny he decided that you were telling the truth.

His smile was almost blinding and the hug he wrapped you in felt even more asphyxiating that it usually did, and although it made you extremely happy to be able to please him in this small thing, how you regretted not having put up more resistance.

You and Mikey's friends started working side by side and you're not sure when it started, but once it did it didn't stop...your dreams became relentless.

At first, it was one dream a week, then one every other day and then daily. Your dreams were innocent and even funny. The next day you came pumped into the workshop to tell them about the comical situation in which you dreamed them. 

Draken and Baji used to be the ones who bothered you the most about it, mocking good-heartedly and making everyone share a healthy laugh that lasted till the end of a hard labored day… but one morning you stopped sharing and even when they noticed it, didn’t say anything about it. 

Sooner, your cute dreams turned to the dark side, or rather, towards the most obscene and lewdest side. Now full of naked bodies and slap of flesh against flesh, you could even hear the sound with your eyes open, as if it were a cacophony that followed you around.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! — sounded every time your thighs collided with theirs, tangled and stuck in so, so, SO many sexual positions, making you wonder when you acquired so much knowledge of the variety of ways your body could twist while taking cock.

“Ya feeling okay, hun?" Mitsuya had asked you, out of the blue, wearing a worried grimace, as if he had been watching you instead of watching the motorcycle he was fixing, "… your cheeks are awfully red, perhaps you have a fever..." the lilac-haired commented with some concern. 

"It’s not a fever,” Draken was the one who answered him since his large, cool palm had landed on your forehead without your permission, “but she's certainly especially flushed today, maybe you’re overworking yourself, princess?”

The owner of the dragon tattoo wondered using that petname that made you weak on the knees and before you could start searching for an acceptable answer outside of 'my crotch is on fire, I need professional help and I don't mean a psychiatrist', Mikey stole your hand in his and cheekily placed it on top of his cheek.

"Her hand is also hot," the young Sano accused, using your limp palm to caress his face as if it were a soft cloth. 

"Her cheeks have been that color for months now," Baji interjected slowly stepping closer, wiping the grease from his hands before even dare to grace your skin, and even when you thought about dodging his palm which headed straight for your cheek, you couldn’t move. "I think, the one who can best tell us if this is normal is Shinichiro—"

Agreeing on the subject, that for some unknown reason to you was messing up their peace of mind, your boss was called out by the young Sano who didn't care that his older brother was dealing with a client at the time.

“I’m busy,” mouthed the older Sano to his younger version, and Mikey barely had to motion his chin towards you to have Shinichiro apologizing to the client. Shinichiro's features were creased but as soon as he noticed your heated face and tight posture, all scolding evaporated.

"Is it normal for (Y/N)’s face to be that beat-red, Oni-san?" asked Mikey who refused to stop using your hand as a comfort blanket, "I mean, you know her better than us, should we be worried?"

The Elder Sano's attention fell without distraction on you and soon that of the others followed, the anxiety in your head shot like a champagne cork at feeling of their scorching and piercing gazes set on you, and shaking them almost violently away from you, you stated in the least high-pitched voice you could conjure.

"I'm fine! God!" you failed miserable, your voice didn't sound right, "...you all can return to your activities… or-r leave, since it’s past six."

And with that poorly disguised outburst, you turned on your heels, ignoring the worried cries and calls for your attention, took your things and almost ran out of there. Thankfully, it had already been half an hour since the closing time but without a doubt your strange attitude would not pass ignored by that quintet of meddlers. That night your dreams morphed into something offensively, feral.

This time more than one at a time. Draken holding you against the workshop table while took turns with Baji to stuff your pussy— 

“She’s sucking me in-” the tall blonde groaned, it sounded more like a wounded animal than a human, “I can’t get enough of this pussy.” 

The worst of the dreams was that evoked a thirst in you. A doubt that ate you from the inside out: would they stretch you as well as they did in your dreams? Would they synchronize as precisely as your mind accommodated them? Mikey riding your esophagus while his older brother used your tits as the personal loofah of his cock, Draken greedily filling your wet pussy while Baji stuffed your tight ass, and Mitsuya's long fingers tangled in yours as he guided you over his erect cock, milking himself for cum—And worst of all, you loved every damn second of them using you as their concubine, like a whore who couldn’t have enough. 

In your dreams you did the things you wanted to do in real life, in your dreams you weren’t a shy, awkward girl… you spread your legs for Shinichiro's little brother friend’s, letting them use you as their personal cocksleeve, their glorified cumdump…. You hated it and loved it, all at the same time. 

And without realizing it or being able to control it, the wet dreams became more graphic and aggressive. 

You woke up gasping and scratching the sheets, your body bathed in transpiration and other fluids that left your thighs sticky and forced you to take a daily bath. You hated how flashbacks of your unholy dreams played in front of you, every time they said good morning to you in the workshop, or when they asked you for advice about some repair, or when their hands accidentally graced your skin ... it had turned into the most sublime torture, because even though everyone was already an adult and probably sexually active.... they just made you feel like a schoolgirl again. Out of control and ready to burst by a mere touch.

And, were those devilish dreams that soon made you feel uncomfortable in your own skin, forcing you to distance yourself, forcing you to take cold shower before sleep, and even, forcing you to consider the option of quitting your job...

Not even an entire day had passed, when you had Shinichiro ringing the doorbell of your apartment. You opened the door with some strangeness.

“Shini-”

"-I told you to tell me if it bothered you to work among gang members, (Y/N)," Shinichiro began without even letting you explain why you hadn't gone to work, "...or is it that I'm not a good boss anymore?" He wondered, half-worried, half-offended.

"Did I disrespect you without realizing it—because if that's the case, I’m SO sorry, it wasn't my intention…" the black-haired man's ramblings were so fast and desperate that you had a hard time finding a space to talk, "... I know you-I thought we were friends, that is to say—I consider you my friend, one of my best friends, I even told you how preciousyou are to-to… to my shop-p...” he didn’t mean to say shop but became a coward when all he could think about was not losing you, “and I'm sure that the others thing the same-"

The tips of your fingers resting on his lips was what finally made his voice fade away. 

“—Why is your first assumption that I quit my job?”

Without a doubt, you were astonished by how well this man in front could read you.

Shinichiro sighed tightly against your fingertips, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine, forcing you to lower your hand and involuntarily take one step away, almost as if his mere presence burned you.

It didn’t pass unnoticed, making him sigh again.

"...As I said, I know you well and although most of the time I seem distracted, I have noticed that you look…. shaken."

You stood quiet, trying to convey to him confidence but failing miserably since your fidgeting hands were proof enough and if he needed more evidence, your foot rapidly tapping against the floor was there to support his statement.

“…… Shaken?” You repeated, trying to make sense of the word. Well, you were shaken but maybe not in the way he thought.

"I'm fine, it doesn't bother me in the least to work among gang members and yes! I also consider you one of my best friends-"

"Then why do you want to leave?" Shinichiro asked without being able to contain himself, ".... I’m really trying here, (Y/N). We're ALL trying hard in the workshop," he said without thinking, "everyone has their own internal fight to not disrespect you, not to cross that thin line," he continued without realizing that his tongue may be revealing secrets that were not his to share, "... you have no idea how difficult it is for us as well. If I told you what I have heard, what I have been told...—" he continued and suddenly you noticed that it wasn't his words that came out of his mouth:

"I feel like I'm on fire, brother" Mikey..., "my mind no longer belongs to me, boss..." Baji..., "you should force us to wear uniforms, those skirts are going to make me cross-eyed," Draken..., "is it perfume or it’s her natural scent? Cause is drivin’ me insane either way," Mitsuya...

"-God! You're so gullible," Shinichiro growled sternly before ruffling his hair between his hands violently, "...just-just…. Just don't leave us, okey? —we'd go crazy." Your boss admitted shame forgotten. 

“The city of Tokyo can’t stand five heartbroken gang members, there would be anarchy..." The eldest Sano joked to lower the tension, to try to save his loose tongue. 

He knew… he had fucked up. He said it all, he couldn't contain himself, he felt it was the only way to keep you, even if he only had one a fifth of you, he accepted it, he would covet that fifth... it would be enough, and suddenly, his huge, deep black eyes pierced your very soul with such seriousness that you almost didn't recognize him.

"-So, what do you think?" He asked and somehow you sensed that wasn't referring to work.

You raised an eyebrow and your mouth prepare to part, but he interrupted you again, "-It's what you think... I'm not talking about work anymore." 

Shinichiro Sano confirmed, and the oxygen got stuck in your chest. Were you hearing correctly or was this another one of your wet dreams?! because without a doubt Shinichiro had not only declared his feelings to you but also those of four other, extremely close people...

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, "I know it's sudden but-..." he gathered his courage, "these guys are not only Mikey's family- they are also mine... and none of them could stand to see the other destroyed, so-..."

You waited for him to finish because you still couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"So, we got together to talk, and many truths were told... and we all agreed..." Shinichiro nodded his head, "we wouldn't even feel jealous, I mean, I don't know how this could work but... we just know it can work," he suddenly stopped his speech to scratch his head uncomfortably, "...am I making myself clear or am I just looking like an idiot?"

You grimaced lightly, and he tensed. 

"You're making yourself look like an idiot..." you said after a long silence, that without realizing it was consuming Shinichiro’s mental sanity, ".... but the answer is... yes."

He blinked a few times, and his lips mouthed ‘yes’ without sound, he shook his head and this time he did find his voice. "...Are you sure? We don't want you to feel uncomfortable-"

"I don't feel uncomfortable."

He nodded, and just to prove a point to himself, he dared to do what had wanted to do for almost three years. So, slowly searching your hand with his, those long, elegant fingers played with yours for a moment before tangling like a vine around a trunk.

".... I’m just gonna-” he gulped, “… just don’t move, ‘key?"

Your cheeks heated up and without knowing why you were sharing this uncanny telepathy- you already knew what he wanted. You stood still as ordered, and without wasting a single second he leant towards you without letting go of your hand, his nose bumped yours first and there he waited, giving you one last chance to change your mind….. time's up... feeding time.

His mouth pressed to yours and your heart fluttered inside your chest like a thousand butterflies, his lips were soft but firm in their advance, a clash of nerve endings like fuses lighting up to be consumed by desire and lust accumulated by three years of abstinence. His kiss felt like cold water in an arid desert, his tongue briefly asked for permission and as soon as he got it, danced its way inside like a snake sliding into a rabbit hole, devouring and feeding, leaving only destruction in its wake. 

Panting and overwhelmed, you stared at each other for a long minute. Your knees shook, and Shinichiro had the quickness of mind to wrap his arm around your waist before you fell.

"God! Three years, (Y/N). You're a sadist." He chuckled against your feeble lips, pecking your heaving mouth as if he couldn’t stand to stay away from you for even a second, it warmed your heart, and both stayed there enjoying the closeness.

".... When?" You were the first to speak.

He grinned, mischievously.

“Are you free tomorrow?” He scoffed, kissing the tip of your nose.

"I work at the store tomorrow," you teased, and his smile turned wolfish. "That boss of yours is an ass." 

You agreed and he burst out laughing. "But seriously, Tomorrow is a good day to start."

“…. Start?”

He quirked a raven eyebrow. “Sure, get used to each other, and that kind of stuff. You didn't think we were a bunch of brutes, did you?” you shrugged embarrassed being caught and he snickered, “well, I’m a little offended..." he deadpanned, pretending to be hurt yet that sinful smirk gave him away, "...we want to spoil you first and then,” he held your stare, “then… we’ll stuff you good and eat you for Christmas."

That smirk on his face should have been warning enough....

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[koishiro]

Hiiii!! I’ve never done an ask before so I’m not sure what I’m doing heh but I LOVE LOVE LOVE your moodboards and since I saw that you do Tokyo Revengers ones, I was wondering if you might be able to do one for Draken? If not please no worries!! I hope you have a wonderful day/night wherever you are!! 🥰💚✨

Dating Draken <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : hi hi!! sorry it took so long!! but here’s draken!!

[stxrmylxve]

Can’t Keep My Eyes Off of You

A/N: not me literally forgetting about this i suck omg anyways this is for the sundress szn collab being held by @saintshiba ! 🫶

Synopsis: With you walking around all day in your pretty little sundress, it’s near impossible for Draken to fight the urge to bend you over.

WC:

PAIRING: Draken x fem!reader

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, oral (fem!receiving), minor cussing, uhhh i think that’s it? lmk if i missed any!

“Draken, baby! Look at my new dress!” you exclaim, running into the living room and standing proudly in front of his view to the tv.

He nearly choked on his drink as he took in the dress; they way it hugged your curves perfectly, sending a strong warmth right down to his member.

He awkwardly coughed to cover up his apparent mistake as he held up a thumbs up, “Looks great on ya’. Where did you get something like that without me?”

“Haha, very funny. I shop on my own sometimes you know.” you deadpan, giving a good little twirl with a giggle slipping past your lips.

“I know it’s probably a bit step up from what I usually wear. But.. do you like it?” you ask sheepishly, sitting down next to him on the couch as you anxiously bit the inside of your cheek.

He drew in a sharp breath as he took note of how the dress adorned your thighs, the plush going perfectly with the cotton material.

“I said you looked great, didn’t I?” he says with a teasing grin as his hand snaked up to your thigh, rubbing soothing circles. You whines impatiently as you took his hand into your own, catching him off guard as he glanced over at you.

“I want you to show me you like it, I don’t care about petty words!” you exclaim, hiding your face in his chest as his mouth became agape.

“..You want me to show you, huh?” he thinks aloud, laughing whenever you hesitantly shake your head.

“Well then, my pretty girl,” he says as he slides off of the couch and onto the chilly floor below, “how about I show you right now how much I love this dress on you?”

His flips the edge of your dress up, a glint of surprise passing through his eyes as he takes note of the lack of panties. He grinned as he saw the faint sheen of your juices already beginning to form, proving that you were just as eager as he was.

His finger flicked your bud, your back arching into the couch as you let out a strained whine. His eyes flicked up to your own as he snickered, his hand gripping your thigh roughly to throw them over his shoulders as he delved into your heat.

His tongue lapped at your folds, eliciting a loud moan from you that he wished he would have videoed to save for later. Your hands flew to his head as you gently tugged his hair, his groan sending impossibly more pleasure to your core.

“Since I’m not that mean, I won’t fuck ya’ now, we will just settle for this. Don’t want your dress getting messed up now, do we?” he coes as your teary eyes glance down at him, your breath catching in your throat as you notice the slick on his chin being lapped up by his tongue.

“Y’er so vulgar..” you say as you lean back into the couch with a sigh, squeaking as he blows on your clit in annoyance.

“Am not. I’m enjoying my meal, that’s all.” he replies, dragging a finger from your bud down to your quivering cunt, grinning as you whine impatiently from the slowness.

“Mmmm… should we fuck now? I wasn’t planning on right now since I have a meeting soon… but I don’t wanna’ leave all of this alone r’now.” he asks nonchalantly, glancing at the time as he gets up anyways and unbuckles his belt.

“Go to your meeting and we can after-“

You squeal as he yanks you to the other side of the couch, laying you down as he pumps him length a few times. His lips pursed at your response, rolling his eyes as he laughed.

“We both know that you need me to fuck ya’ right now. It’s not like your fingers will do tha’ same my dick will once I leave.” he says, smearing the pre around your hole before slipping the tip in, inhaling sharply from the snug fit.

“God.. so fuckin’ tight, gonna’ snap my dick in half, bub.” he laughs, hooking his arms below your legs to hoist them up over his shoulders again. While lifting you up, his full length accidentally shoves itself inside, your eyes going wide as tears picked the corners of your eyes.

“S’deep- ryu!” you blab out, your nails pressing crescents into his wrists as you battled to take his length. The calloused pad of his thumb comes up to rub small circles on your clit as he slowly thrusts into you, his tip kissing your cervix as you let out a small whine.

“Deep, huh? I mean,- oh my- you’re tight as hell.” he gasps as you clamp down on him, almost falling over the edge just from that.

Though you loved the praise, you didn’t fully hear it as you yourself tumbled over the edge, your mouth forming a small ‘o’ as your back arched off the couch. His grip tightened to a bruising level as he continued to fuck you through your high, staggering out for a few more seconds before painting your insides white.

Small pants echoed through the room as you eventually giggled to yourself, wiping a sheen of sweat off of your forehead.

“Someone might think we’re fucking with all of the moaning going on,” you say, listening to the faint rustling from the apartment next door.

[impuls1veworm]

LATE NIGHTS.

Mikey X Reader

Draken X Reader

A/N: I'm getting too old to be on this app. You'd think after using it for 10 years, I'd know how to work it. Nope. I literally just figured out ten seconds ago how to make the text small.

— Mikey x Reader

“Do you think we’d still be a couple in another life?” Mikey asked. He had a race tomorrow, so it was supposed to be an early night, but he didn’t seem to be the slightest bit tired. He was always like this the night before a race; the anticipation causing his brain to be firing on all cylinders. When you didn’t respond, Mikey gave your back two quick pokes to get your attention. “Go to bed,” you grumbled. Your husband may not have been tired, but you were. It was a long day of press conferences and preparations for tomorrow, and all you wanted to do was rest.

Mikey wasn’t phased by your response or attitude, instead choosing to further agitate you, “what if we already got married and had five kids?”. The question may have been said to tease you, but Mikey couldn’t help but fantasize about that universe. He could see it so clearly. Visions of him standing in a tux, watching as you walk down the aisle in a beautiful silk wedding gown. The ‘I do’ and gentle kiss the both of you shared as you finish tying the knot. The two of you stare in disbelief at the positive pregnancy test 2 years later. Arguing over nurse colors and baby names.

“Go to bed,” you stressed, trying to get him to get some rest finally. With a fond smile still on his face, he relented. Turning off his back and into his side, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you close.

If only the two of you knew this was the best timeline. The other timeline leaves Mikey an empty shell of a man who leads a life of murder and fraud. No one by his side, but a loyal dog. And you, a corpse, dead by the hands of your first (and last) love.

—Draken x Reader

You had been tossing and turning for what felt like hours. It was now three in the morning, and you felt completely awake. Lying there staring at your phone, you racked your brain to who could possibly still be up at this time. No one came to mind— well, scratch that, actually, one person did. But, it was someone you had no plans to see again; your ex-boyfriend, Draken, who had dumped you a month prior. You were about to set your phone down, roll over, and force yourself to go to bed when a message appeared on your screen.

From: Kenny

‘I can’t sleep.’

Logically, you should erase the message and forget you ever received it. Go on with your life and leave Draken as a fond memory, but your mind raced with ‘what if’s’. What if this was him extending an olive branch. What if he wanted to get back together? What if the two of you did get back together? Would it last this time, or would you be left heartbroken again? You had to know. You knew you’d be filled with regret for the rest of your life if you didn’t see what this would lead to.

To Kenny:

‘Me either…’

And that’s how you ended up in your current predicament. Sitting on your couch with junk food lined in front of the two of you and some corny new horror movie you’d been wanting to see playing on the TV. Draken sat in the middle of the couch, legs spread and his left arm draped over the back, and you with your back against the arm rest and your legs laid across his lap as his right hand's thumb rubbed small circles on your ankle. It was silent, save for the movie playing, but you had no plans to break the silence. You were content and didn’t want to potentially ruin the peaceful atmosphere. Thankfully, you didn’t have to be the one to speak up.

“Sitting here with you like this is nice,” Draken admits. You agreed, wanting to keep your answer short. You didn’t want to open the flood gates and admit that you haven't been happy since he left. How everyday it takes everything in you not to call him and tell him about your day. How when you went to the convenience store, you had to refrain from buying him something as he wouldn’t be waiting for you when you got home.

“I’ve missed,” draken said, running his hand further up your leg, “everything about you.” He stopped at the edge of your night shorts. His fingertips slowly work their way up underneath them before stopping completely just before touching your panties. Pulling Drakens' hands out of your shorts, you intertwined your fingers and gently pulled him towards you. The tips of your nose brushes together, your lips ghosting over his as you said, “am I reading this wrong? If I am…push me away.”

You were almost expecting him to pull away when instead he pulled you closer, claiming your lips. As he pulled you into his lap, refusing to break the kiss, you hoped this time it would last.

[cagesofgold]

skincare

draken x reader drabble

"I just don't understand why it's so extensive." Draken mumbeled, gaze fixed on your figure as you dug around in the small cupboard that hugged the floor of the bathroom.

"Well..." You said through gritted teeth as you finally managed to find the tub of strawberry face mask residing at the back of the well embellished shelves. "Not all of us can be blessed with such lucious skin, Draken."

"Shut it." He said, tone laced with annoyance as he poked his foot into your back from his position atop the bathroom counter. "Now hurry up, will ya? I'm tired."

You hummed in response, your figure returning to it's original stature as you scanned the label on the back of the pink tub, running a fingernail down the ingredients list until your eyes latched onto what you were searching for.

"Aha!" You exclaimed, "Still in date."

You shuffled towards him, settling yourself between his long legs as his knees cupped your waist.

"This shit can go bad?" Draken questioned, reaching a hand forward to rotate the tub still in your grasp.

"of course it can, everything does eventually." You shrugged, looping your fingers around the steel knob of the drawer below the sink and aquring a rubber brush from its depths.

"So..." Draken trailed off as he watched you twist the face mask open. "What would happen if it was bad and you, i dunno, used it anyway?"

You spun the brush around the pale formula a couple of times, picking up a substantial amount of the product before setting the tub to the side. "Fungus would grow from your nose and all your skin would flake off."

His eyes filled with something that could only be deciphered as shock until it flattened into irritation. "You're an asshole."

"I know." You smiled, "Now stay still."

[cherrytoru]

MWUAH! or everyone deserves a kiss

warnings: you already know my soft draken agenda is back bitches, mentions of blood & fights,, it’s tokrev soo, mikey ice cream thief (derogatory), takemichi in desperate need of validation, angst in takemichi’s im sorry, chifuyu in a cat maid outfit (he lost a bet), use of the nickname kitty but reader says it

“you’re hurt.”

“i’m fine.”

“no,” grabbing his face lightly, you pull him to eye level “what happened i thought you and mikey were just going to hang out at his place?”

draken flushed not ready to give up the details of the night. “i’m fine, it was just a little scuffle.”

“you’re covered in blood, ken.” tracing your thumb over the scrape under his eye, he shutters. “let me clean you up.” it takes less force than you thought it would to drag him to the bathroom.

jumping up on the counter, you make quick work of the dried blood and dirt matted onto his face. eventually you hit a spot that hurt a little too much and tears prick his eyes. “oh, i’m sorry kenny. i didn’t mean to hurt you.” your hand falters in its movement.

“it’s okay, i promise.”

“here.” you place a delicate kiss onto the swollen skin and draken finds himself melting under it, “better?”

“much. thank you, love.”

“hey that’s my ice cream!” a semi guilty look crosses mikey’s face as he forces the spoon into his already full mouth, “no fair mikey!”

after swallowing he speaks up, “sorry!” with a giggle he takes another spoonful.

“hmph, that’s not nice manjiro.”

he catches himself stalling for a few seconds, “no! don’t call me that! you’re supposed to call me mikey, you only call me manjiro when you’re angry!” instead of replying you turn your head away and let out a small huff. “you’re mean.”

you look back at mikey, a small pout is on his face. next to his mouth are remains of the stolen ice cream and an idea pops into your head. leaning over the table, you place a kiss to the corner of his lips. he freezes but is quick you recalibrate, “you had ice cream on your face.”

“i’ll just have to steal your ice cream more then.”

he was being beaten to a pulp but still takemichi wouldn’t give up. he just kept getting back up, only to be pushed down again.

“takemichi please stop.” all you could do was watch as he attempted to defend you against the older boys.

“no, i can’t.” he wiped the blood from his nose. his hair was flat against his forehead from the sweat. “need to prove i can protect you.”

the other delinquents laughed at him, kicking him in the chest again. before long they got bored and left. and in the silence of the ally way, sobs filled the air.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry i couldn’t protect you better.” a quivering takamichi looked up at you from the ground. tears and blood ran together downwards, staining his white shirt and the concrete below.

kneeling down you take his face in your hands, “you’ve don’t enough, i’m proud of you.” sealing the words with a kiss to his head, takemichi breaks down once again. eventually he’ll be fine but for now he just wants to keep you close.

he should have won. he’s pretty sure kazutora rigged it. but here chifuyu is, standing outside his pet shop wearing a maid outfit and cat ears.

stifled laughter comes from his left as he attempts to shield is face. “fuyu? what are you wearing that for?”

looking over he’s met with the faces of you, hinata, and emma. a blush covers his cheeks— he doesn’t think this could get more embarrassing. “lost a bet with kazutora.” he sulks, gesturing lightly to the ears on his head.

“well that’s not exactly how i thought this would go but whatever.” he looks down to the package in your hands, “i brought lunch, i was hoping we could eat together but if you’re busy it’s okay.”

he quickly starts to open the door before ushering you inside and towards the back, leaving the other girls to wander around the store. he throws the ears off his head as he delicately takes the neatly wrapped box from your hands. “thank you for bringing lunch.”

“of course.” the two of you start to enjoy the home cooked meal in silence. eventually you finish and chifuyu no longer has an excuse to avoid his punishment. he solemnly puts the ears back on his head before walking you to the door.

“if it makes you feel better, you look pretty cute.”he blushes again when a quick kiss is placed on his lips. “i’ll see you at home, kitty.”

[suvidrache]

Dogs or Cats?

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 316 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad

Featuring: Mikey Sano, Draken Ryuguji, Shuji Hanma, Keisuke Baji, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ran Haitani, Souya "Angry" Kawata, Nahoya "Smiley" Kawata, Mitsuya Takashi.

Mikey

He would love a cat!

The two of them would be close enough that when one is asleep, so is the other.

They would frequently eat together and the cat would have its own little spot at the table.

Draken

He would love a dog!

The dog would be very well trained, not having to use a leash when walking out in public.

The two of them have frequented your house so often that if you were sick and insisted Draken stay away, he would send the dog to deliver something to your house.

Hanma Shuji

Dog!

He prefers neither, but if he had to choose, it'd be a dog.

Baji Keisuke

Cat cat cat cat cat cat cat

He would adopt all the cats in the world.

He leaves his window open in his room all year round to keep the stray cats safe and warm.

He would always choose a cat when questioned: "this animal or this?" His favorite animal is also a cat.

Chifuyu Matsuno

Cat cat cat

He owns a cat. He doesn't really want another animal, but if you wanted your own cat, then he's okay with that.

Ran Haitani

Cat

He can throw parties, leave, and not have to worry about letting the pet outside or it bothering the guests.

Souya "Angry"

Dog or cat?

Shark!

If you had to pick between a dog or a cat to own, which would it be?

Snake!

Nahoya "Smiley"

Between a dog and a cat?

He'd probably help his brother out with the snake.

For him personally, maybe a dog.

As long as he can play fetch or go for runs with it.

Mitsuya Takashi

A cat, if he must choose.

He doesn't have much room for an animal, but cats are small and wouldn't take much work to handle.

Or maybe a goldfish or a hamster, something smaller would be best.

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[shiftingparadise]

I'm sorry (Part 3)

So, I got this idea from one of you guys, so thank you for that! I hope everyone's doing fine. Enjoy reading! 🤍✨

Warnings: angst to fluff, smut

Word count: 1649

“Mikey”, you let your head rest on his shoulders. “I know”, he clenched his jaw, his hand softly massaging the back of your head. “This was the last time, right?”, your voice shaking. “Hm”, an unsure answer. 

You didn’t want it to be the last time. You wanted to wake up next to him, to kiss him while the rising sun greeted your sheets, but… 

“Don’t”, a sweet smile on his face as he studied yours. “W-what?”. “Don’t be sad, please. I can’t be the one that makes you sad, Y/N. I really can’t”. 

There were tears in his eyes too. Was this more than just lust? Did you love each other? 

“You make me happy”, a fragile whisper. 

A lie twisted with the truth. He did make you happy, more than anything, but right now… If Draken knew… 

“Come on. I’ll get you home”, Mikey lifted you from the table. “B-but Draken-“. 

God, it was hard to even say his name. 

“Oh, right”, a sad look in his eyes. “Well, I’ll see you”. “See you, Mikey”, you straightened your dress. “W-wait”, his hand wrapped around your arm, “Stay with me. Just for tonight”. “You know I can’t”, a tear now streaming down your cheek. “I know”, a sad chuckle left his lungs. 

--- 

“I’ll drop you off. I need to do something first”, Draken coldly replied. “Huh? It’s the middle of the night”. “So?”. 

He didn’t look at you. Not once. 

“Draken?”, you shakily asked. “What?”. “A-are you… Do you love me?”, once again tears in your eyes. 

Why couldn’t he look at you? 

 “Come on, I’ll get you home”, he coldly replied as he put his jacket on. 

He didn’t. Not anymore. You knew that. 

--- 

“Where were you?”, you softly asked as he entered the kitchen. “You were gone the entire night”. “Work”, he opened the fridge. “Work?”. 

He was lying. Mikey didn’t ask anything from him…

“You’re lying-“, “I’m lying? Hm?”, Draken chuckled. “W-what’s that?”, you slowly stood up. “What?”. 

“This”, you slowly lowered the collar of his shirt. “Nothing”, he grabbed your wrist. “That’s a hickey, right?”. 

You shouldn’t be the one crying when you cheated first. 

“Draken?”, sad eyes searching for his. 

His silence was an answer, right? 

“W-why? W-what’s wrong with me?”, tears now streaming down your cheek. “I practically begged you to have sex with me, to show some kind of affection but-“. “You found that somewhere else, didn’t you?”, Draken coldly replied. 

He knew. Now your silence was an answer. 

“Out of all people…”, Draken shook his head. 

You couldn’t respond. You had no right. 

“And you dare to say that I’m lying”, Draken laughed. “I only slept with her because I thought it would make me feel better, but it didn’t. You broke me, Y/N”. “Who?”, you lowered your eyes. “I wanted to hurt you too, but…”. 

He wanted you to feel what he felt so… 

“Emma”, you whispered. 

His silence was once again your answer.

“I hate you”, your voice so quiet. “I hate you more than anyone. I begged for your attention. I asked you over and over again and-“. “And that gives you the right to sleep with my best friend? With my brother?”. 

He never yelled at you… He never… 

“You could’ve slept with anyone, and I would’ve forgiven you, but not with… Fuck!”, Draken threw the door of the fridge shut. “Not with Mikey, Y/N. Not with him”, his eyes glossy. “How many times? How many times did you sleep with him?”. 

The lump in your throat prevented you from answering. 

“I heard you two… At the party yesterday”, a tear streaming down his cheek. “Please Mikey”, Draken cleared his throat. “Come for me, Mikey”, Draken’s knuckles went white. 

“S-stop, please”, you whispered. 

“And he…”, Draken couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. “Is it true?”, he asked, “That you were supposed to be his? Do you feel the same?”. 

“I love you”, you raised your voice, “But you… For the past 6 months you… You can’t even stand to look at me, to hold me, to kiss me-”.

Huh? Did someone knock? 

“Draken?”, Mikey’s voice from behind the door. 

Your heart sunk to your stomach. 

“Just pretend this never happened”, cold eyes staring into yours. 

How could he pretend nothing happened? 

“Yo, Mikey”, a smile on his face as he opened the door. 

“Did you sleep with Emma?”. 

Mikey’s eyes… 

“Huh?”, Draken frowned. “Did you sleep with Emma?”, Mikey repeated, his eyes as dark as ever. 

The tension… You wanted to throw up. 

“Y/N?”, Mikey didn’t look at you. “Grab your stuff. You’re coming with me”. “M-Mikey-“, you tried to disobey. “Grab your stuff”, Draken interrupted, “I don’t want you here-“. 

That was about enough for Mikey to lose it. Even Draken didn’t think Mikey would punch him.

“Don’t talk to her”, Mikey looked at his friend on the ground. “You don’t treat her right. You never did. A girl like her should get flowers every day, she should-“. 

“I heard you two yesterday”, Draken wiped the blood from his mouth. “I know you’ve been sleeping with her”. 

You did this. You caused them to fight, you caused them to hate each other. 

“There’s nothing left for you here”, Mikey looked at you, “Grab your stuff”. 

“Not even an apology?”, Draken sat up straight, his arms resting on his knees. “You did this, Draken”, Mikey looked down, “If you treated her right, she would’ve stayed by your side, no matter what”. 

“Right”, a sarcastic smile, “It’s my fault you couldn’t keep your hands from her”. 

Draken’s words were meant as bullets. 

“Y/N, get your stuff. Now”, Mikey’s dark eyes finally met yours. “O-okay”, a broken whisper before you walked to your bedroom. 

Your stuff… Did that mean your toothbrush? Your make-up? This was your home, wasn’t it? 

“It was”, a sad smile as you grabbed your bag. This wasn’t your home anymore. This was Draken’s apartment. 

“Y/N?”, Mikey’s voice echoed through the room. “Coming”, you swiftly wiped the tears from your cheeks. 

God, you hated this. The way Draken was still sitting on the ground, the way his head was bent towards his chest... You broke him. 

“Draken-“, your voice softer than ever. “Don’t”, a crack in his voice, “Just leave”. 

How much did this hurt him? Seeing you leave with his best friend? Shame took over as you walked past him, but there was no going back. You couldn’t turn back the time and fix this broken mess. 

Why? Why did it feel as if there were pieces of broken glass underneath your feet? Why did it feel as if you were underwater? 

“Mikey?”, Draken softly added. “Hm?”, Mikey kept his gaze on his motorcycle. “If I ever see you again-“. “Same goes for you”, Mikey coldly replied. 

Good. You started a war. What did this even mean for the gang? Some would follow Draken, others Mikey… 

“Don’t worry”, Mikey gently grabbed your bag, “He deserved this”. 

He didn’t. Draken was a good man. Sure, he didn’t treat you right, but he never hurt you either. Not on  purpose, anyway. 

“I’m sorry”, you cleared your throat, “Because of me you’re fighting and-“. “Y/N”, Mikey paused, “You’re worth dying for”.

--- 

“Are you okay?”, his eyes scanned your face. “Hm”, you nodded as you let your head rest against his shoulder. 

You knew it wasn’t right, but… You were happy. You were happy you could watch a movie with Mikey. That you could cuddle him, kiss him…

“I’ve waited so long for this”, his voice sounded rough, “You belong with me”. 

He was right. You could feel it too. 

“We hurt him”, you tightened your grip around his arm. “And he hurt you”, the blonde gently lifted your chin, “Don’t worry about him. I’ll give you everything you need and more”. “I know”, you responded, your heart already racing.

“Now I can leave marks, right?”, he smirked as he placed a swift kiss on your lips. “I can bite you, leave hickeys… I can finally show the world whom you belong to”. 

And you wanted nothing more. 

With his hand already underneath your shirt, you underneath him… “I’m addicted to your little moans. They’re so cute”, he chuckled as he took off his shirt. 

Could he be more perfect? 

“I hate you”, you smiled as you pulled him closer again, “I really do”. “Oh?”, a devilish smirk on his face, “Let’s see how much you hate me”. “M-mikey”, you arched your back as his hand slowly traveled down your skirt. “What’s wrong, bunny? I already know your panties are soaked”. “S-shit”, you closed your eyes as his digit drew circles on your little nub. “Sometimes you’re pathetic”, he softly bit on your lip, “So wet when I haven’t done anything”. “Please”, your voice shaking. “I know, bunny. I said I was going to give you everything you need and more, didn’t I?”. 

The only thing you could manage was a small nod. 

“That means breeding you like the cute little bunny you are”, he playfully pinched your cheek. 

His hands… They traveled so smoothly across your body. 

“Let’s get these off”, he whispered as he threw your panties on the floor. “M-my skirt-“, “I like taking you with that on”, he lowered his sweatpants along with his underwear, not even bothering to undress. “Ready, bunny?”. “Hm, please”, you placed the tip of your thumb between your teeth. 

You knew how much he loved it when you looked this cute. Your shirt still on, your skirt lifted to your stomach, your innocent eyes… 

“Now you’re officially mine”, a proud smile as he pressed the tip against your entrance, “My bunny, my little girl, my princess…”. “A-all yours”, you eagerly arched your back. “So impatient”, he chuckled before slowly gliding inside you, “Don’t worry. I’m going to breed my little bunny till the sun comes up”. 

[knchins]

Forget Me Too - Draken

Summary:  As the lead singer of one of the most famous rock bands in all of Japan, not much can get under your skin like your arch-rival bassist Ken Ryuguji. Your world is set to implode when the two of you are locked in a room together.

Pairing: Draken x Reader

Reader Type: Fem/AFAB (she/her)

Rating: E+

Word Count: 4.5k

Kinktober Prompt: Hate Fucking + Dubcon

Collab: Backstage Pass

Warnings: Dubcon, some brief noncon thoughts, sexual harassment/misogyny (mentioned), alcohol consumption, Draken is a major asshole, reader is shorter than 185cm, locked in, name-calling, rough kissing, hate sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, choking/throat holding, rough sex, unsafe sex, creampie, noncon picture taking, no aftercare, angst/hurt (no comfort).

Kinktober Masterlist

“It was announced today that two bands with the biggest rivalry in all of Japan are going on tour together! Tickets are expected to sell out fast so be sure to set your alarms! Stay tuned for the latest hits after a few messages from our sponsors!” 

You turned off the radio, not wanting to hear any more about the upcoming joint tour with your band and the band known as Toman. A sigh left your lips as you scribbled down song lyrics, trying to work on a new single to debut at the first show. You still couldn’t believe that your manager had agreed to do this. 

The two bands had risen to fame around the same time. Fighting for the spotlight had brewed bad blood between the two of you, and honestly, it was hard to pinpoint when exactly the rivalry started. The worst was between you, the lead singer for your band, and Draken the bass player for Toman. He knew exactly how to get under your skin while he seemed unfazed by almost everything you threw at him. It drove you absolutely insane how easy it was for him to make you mad but not vice versa. 

Some days you felt like a puppet and he was pulling your strings just to enjoy the show. It only made your disdain for him grow. 

Now you’d have to do press parties and fan expos with him. The manager of each band felt that it would be great for ticket and merch sales. As long as you all could play nice enough to survive the entire three-month world tour. 

Tonight the record label would be hosting a party and both bands were being forced to attend. Your stylist had already picked out your outfit for the evening and you eyed it in the corner, wondering if it would be enough to outshine whatever the boys of Toman were wearing. Thankfully being the only woman in both bands meant you had an advantage.

A few select fans that had won radio contests throughout the week would be in attendance as well. While you adored your fans, you also hoped that it wasn’t only Toman fans that had won. Toman fans were generally vile towards you, though your fans could be just as nasty to them. It was one thing that would drive ticket sales as they’d try to out-buy the other. 

You balled up the piece of paper you’d been scribbling words onto and threw it in the trash as you stood up, writers block could be such a bitch sometimes. 

At ten o’clock that night, you walked into the club that was hosting the party for the record label to celebrate the announcement of the big tour that was sure to make everyone richer. Your record and merch sales were already at an all-time high. You should be happy, but life on top wasn’t as fun when you had to share the limelight. 

The dress you wore accentuated your best features, clung to just the right parts of you, paired with the perfect hairstyle, and makeup you looked like a delicacy ready to be devoured. All eyes were on you, even members of Toman couldn’t help but catch a glance. All except for one infuriating bass player that looked indifferent to your immense beauty. 

Don’t let him get to you, you thought to yourself as you kept your head held high. You let one of the label executives kiss the back of your hand. You feigned interest, giggling at their dumb innuendo. You knew you were the only one that would have to do this stupid routine. The men in the room didn’t have to pretend to be flattered by the disgusting advances of old men. 

Your manager, who had quickly become one of your best and closest friends handed you a flute of champagne. She could already tell your nerves were being tested as she took attention away from you long enough for you to slip away with your drink. 

When you thought no one was looking, you downed the glass of alcohol in a few quick gulps. This was probably the worst part of stardom. While you were known for your bratty remarks and for being hard to work with, the reality was that you were just particular with how things were done and didn’t like sub-par work. You had made a lot of enemies in the music industry, not just from other bands but also from other labels that you had snubbed early in your career because you felt they weren’t good enough. 

They weren’t good enough. You had to claw your way to the top one grueling step at a time. The sexual harassment from people higher on the food chain, getting taken advantage of as a young girl just starting out and not knowing any better, and learning to play nice and be coy in all situations, was all incredibly hard work. You bled, sweat, and cried thousands of tears just to have your debut album be outshined by them. 

Jealous was unbecoming, something someone had told you at one point during your career. Who wouldn’t feel jealous? Did Manjiro Sano have to listen to jokes about him sucking off an executive's dick to get his name out there? Did Ken Ryuguji ever get told he fucked his way to the top and didn’t deserve the fame and notoriety? Did they have to deal with even an ounce of what you did on a daily basis? 

Now you felt like crying hot angry tears as you gave the glass to the passing waiter, who handed you a newly filled one in exchange. You drank this one more slowly as you noticed the fans coming in. Your eyes caught Draken’s, something smug hidden in the darkness of his irises. You hoped he couldn’t tell that you were upset, that was the last thing you needed, for him to call you a crybaby during his next interview with a big-name music magazine. 

A pair of teen girls ran up to you, looking both shy and excited to meet their idol. If only they knew what you had to go through to get here. Would they still want to be you? You smiled for a selfie, noting the bands on their wrists that marked that they were under 21 so that they wouldn’t be served alcohol. So young, so naive, so free. 

A few more fans moved between meeting Toman’s band members and your own. While being the front person for the band made you more popular, all of Toman’s members seem to have nearly equal notoriety. Although the favorites tended to be Mikey and Draken, many were happy to meet even Baji, Kazutora, or Mitsuya. It was one thing you didn’t really envy about them. You enjoyed being the fan favorite of your band by a vast majority. After all, you had worked the hardest to get to this point. The other four simply were along for the ride. 

The night drifted on and your thoughts about how much you hated doing this time of soiree drifted away as the number of drinks you had increased. You began to relax more even dancing a little with the two teen girls from before to a song that played over the carefully placed speakers. You felt eyes on you as you swayed your hips, giggling with them as they let out excited squeals just from being so close to their favorite celebrity. 

A few men joined in on the fun, much to your chagrin. You put yourself between them and the young girls, not wanting them to have a sour note on their memory because some pervert couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. A hand reached for your ass as your back was turned, only for a tattooed hand to grab the wrist it was attached to and wrench it back. 

The would-be assaulter shouted back in surprise, “You’re hurtin’ me, man! Let go!” You noticed the eyes of the girls in front of you grow into saucers as you turned to see the very tall, very large, Ken Ryuguji (better known as Draken) right behind you. He wasn’t looking at you, though you could see that the hand had been outstretched towards you and he had prevented the random fan from touching you. 

Security quickly came and took him away after Draken signaled for them to escort him out. “You should really be more careful,” Draken replied with a sneer. “Guess you really can’t handle your alcohol.” 

“Fuck you,” You responded, hands on your hips as you tried to look threatening. Next to him, you looked like an angry kitten. “I can handle it just fine!” 

Your manager, who wasn’t far away, let out a loud sigh. This was bound to happen at some point during the night, though she was glad it was happening towards the end. You and Draken mixed like oil and water, one was always ready to light a fire under the other with no one to put it out. 

She managed to get between the two of you as insults were hurled back and forth. Toman’s manager, Chifuyu, also stepped in. “Draken, let’s go get a drink.” Chifuyu said, trying to redirect his attention like one might a toddler. 

“I was just trying to help you!” Draken snapped back at you. 

“You just want to fuck me!” You replied angrily, looking over your manager’s shoulder at him still. 

Draken rolled his eyes, “please, why would anyone want to fuck you?” 

“I have plenty of guys that want to sleep with me!” You shot back, attempting to bypass your manager to get into his face. Your manager gently pushed you back as security helped keep the two of you apart. It wasn’t as if it would come to physical blows but the tension was enough to put everyone on edge. 

“Can you believe what he just said to me?” You asked her loudly, wanting someone to back you up for just once. However, you had no such luck. 

“He’s an asshole,” your manager agreed as she led you away from the dance floor and to a quiet corner of the club so you could cool off. She got you a drink and handed it to you, hoping it would distract you long enough to get your mind off of what was just said. 

Draken was moved to an opposite corner. Mikey walked up with a smug look on his face. “You two just need to fuck it out already.” 

Draken’s dark eyes narrowed into a glare. “Fuck off, Mikey. I don’t want to fuck her.” 

“Want to bet?” Mikey asked with a cheeky grin. “Fifty thousand yen says you two have sex before the tour is over.” 

“Make it a hundred thousand,” Draken replied, holding his hand out so they could shake on it. Mikey grabbed his hand firmly and they moved their hands up and down. After they let go, Mikey signaled for two drinks to be brought to them. 

Two glasses of bourbon were poured and brought over to them. “This is going to be an interesting twelve weeks,” Mikey said, still clearly amused as he watched you on the other side of the room drinking another glass of champagne. A plan was already formulating in his head, cogs turnings as to how he could get the two together and make himself a hundred thousand yen richer. 

A week later, you finished your first set on the joint tour. The show had been sold out and reports of your merchandise on hand selling out had made it backstage already. Your throat was sore in the most familiar of ways as you still felt like you were in heaven from having such an amazing turnout. 

Despite a few boos from Toman’s fans, the crowd was great. They sang along at all the right parts, cheered, and held up homemade signs. You even brought a few lucky fans on stage to dance with you, driving the crowd wild with envy. 

You had managed to avoid the boys of the band all night. You had found that most of them were tolerable. Kazutora and Mitsuya were the nicest and so if you had to be near anyone you chose to be near one of them. Baji was okay but he very obviously wanted to sleep with you. He reminded you a lot of the perverted executives that always wanted you to do sexual favors for fame. That was enough to turn you off from him. 

Mikey was a bit of an enigma. He was nice, however, you had a sneaking feeling he just wanted to hook up with your manager as they had spent a lot of time together the past few days. What you didn’t know is that Mikey had been scheming since the night of the party when he made that bet with his best friend. Tonight was the night was going to put his plan into action. 

After thanking a few of the roadies who congratulated you on a good show, you went into your personal dressing room. Once you set your bottle of water down on the vanity counter, you heard the door slam behind you and the sound of the lock clicking could be heard. 

Behind the door Draken had been waiting to jump-scare you, thinking it was just a harmless prank Mikey had thought of only to realize that he was sorely mistaken. Mikey tried to contain his laughter as he broke the key off in the lock. It had been easy to bribe security into getting it, and breaking the key inside the knob was an easy way to make sure it couldn’t be easily unlocked by someone else. 

You were in complete shock as to what was happening, Draken was inside your dressing room, banging on the door and yelling at Mikey to open it. Not only that but Mikey was trying to explain to him between giggles that he couldn’t open the door because the key had mysteriously broken. 

“What are you even doing in here?!” You finally asked in a defensive tone, moving quickly to try and open the door yourself to make sure they weren’t trying to trick you. Sure enough, the door wouldn’t budge and the lock on the inside wouldn’t turn. 

“It was a stupid prank, I was going to scare you,” Draken replied, just as defensive as he banged his fist on the door again. “Mikey! I’m going to kick your scrawny ass!” 

“I’m going to get someone to unlock the door, just hold tight,” Mikey said, clearly not in a hurry to get someone. A smirk was plastered on his face as he went to find your manager. 

“Why were you trying to scare me? That’s so juvenile.” You said pointedly as you crossed your arms over your chest. 

Draken looked down at you, his aggravation with the situation was expressed perfectly on his handsome features. “Whatever, brat. You would have screamed like the little banshee that you are.” 

You huffed, “I can’t believe you! You’re the absolute worst!” 

“You’re so fucking spoiled.” He replied, “you expect everyone to treat you like a princess and get mad when someone doesn’t.” 

Your eyes narrowed as you poked your index finger into his chest, “You have no idea what I’ve been through to get to where I am today. I deserve to be spoiled. I deserve to be treated like a princess. What I don’t deserve is all the shit you constantly throw at me! What’s your point? I don’t care that you hate me, Draken. Hate me all you want, but I’ve never done a goddamn thing to you!” 

“God, do you ever shut up?” Draken asked with a bored look now on his face. “Or do you just like hearing the sound of your own voice?” 

“Make me shut up then, you big oaf!” You responded hotly, not thinking of the consequences of your own words. It wasn’t like Draken would ever actually hurt you, right? He wasn’t that type of guy despite being tall and built. 

A dark looked crossed his face before he swiftly bent down and captured your lips with his own, his hand on the back of your head to prevent you from pulling away as he kissed you hard. Your eyes widened in surprise as you stood still for a moment before giving in to the rush of adrenaline and kissing him back. 

A simple kiss evolved into tongues in mouths and bites on lips with roaming hands and the discarding of clothes. You found yourself in a whirlwind of lust and arousal as he practically shoved you into the vanity. Draken spun you around, bending you over, and you noticed for the first time you were topless with your bra askew so one breast was exposed. He was also shirtless, belt unbuckled, and had fresh bite marks on his chest because that was the best you could reach. 

He pushed up your skirt and tore off your soaked panties, plunging two fingers calloused from years of playing bass guitar into your soppy pussy. You bit the inside of your cheek as your glared at her reflection in the mirror, not wanting him to know he was winning this weird game of chicken you two had started. 

“You really get off on this shit, don’t you?” Draken sneered as he moved his fingers quickly, curling them slightly to feel every inch of your insides as if he were committing them to memory. “I always knew you were a little slut.” 

“I’m not!” You bit back, your anger rising through the tingles of pleasure that were racing up your spine with each press of his finger against that sweet spot inside of you. “Don’t flatter yourself, Ryuguji.” You could taste blood as you bit down on your tongue to keep from moaning as he added a third finger. 

The sounds of your pussy squelching from his fingers only caused a cruel smile to curl onto his lips. “That sound dry to you, bitch?” He asked. “Such a fucking liar, I bet you’re going to cream as soon as I put my cock in.” 

“Who said I want your tiny dick?!” You replied and he just allowed the pad of his middle finger to brush against that small spot in the back of your cunt that made your toes curl in your shoes. You caught your eyes before they could roll back into your lids, your walls clenching around his fingers as he hit it over and over just to drive you further into insanity. “Protest all you want,” He said, “Your pussy says otherwise.” 

The tightness in your stomach was becoming too intense to bear, but you did your best to keep your orgasm at bay. The last thing you wanted to do was to give him the satisfaction of making you cum. “You couldn’t make me cum even if you tried.” Your voice had an edge of desperation in it that did not go unnoticed. It only piqued Draken’s interest even more. 

You had driven him mad for months. The short little dresses and skirts you’d wear, the way you’d shamelessly flirt with other men in front of him, and how you obviously tried your best to get his attention and make him jealous. Mikey always said he had a crush but fuck if Draken knew what that felt like. He hadn’t had a crush since Mikey’s sister when they were kids. 

He had no idea how he truly felt about you, but what he did know was how hot you were when you were screaming at him. How much he wanted to shut you up by putting his dick in your mouth, though he was somewhat fearful that you’d bite it off if he even tried. No, he didn’t know what catching feelings meant, but he knew that his cock was throbbing to be inside your twitching hole and fill you with his cum until you begged for mercy. 

Draken pulled his fingers out, observing how they glisten in the light from your slick. There was a small sound of protest as he leaned over you and grabbed your chin to force you to look at yourself in the mirror. His hard cock was pressing on your vulva through his pants and you fought the urge to rub against him to feel something, anything. “Keep your pretty eyes here and I’ll let you cum on my cock, princess.” He hissed into your ear before nipping at the cartilage. 

You could hear the jingling of his loose belt buckle and the soft thud of his jeans as they hit the floor. “When did I say I want your dirty thing inside of me?” You protested yet again, despite rocking backward when you felt the tip of his head touch your folds. Your movement made his head push through your lips and against your entrance, and the dark chuckle that erupted from him made you clench around nothing. 

He didn’t even need to belittle you, your actions were doing that all on their own. The hand holding your chin moved to grab onto the front of your throat instead so he could continue to hold you in place as he rammed his pulsating member into you. You choked on his name as it came out of your mouth. 

“Ken!” Draken didn’t let anyone call him that except Mikey but goddamn when it squeaked passed your lips he nearly lost his mind. His hips snapped into your ass, balls hitting underneath, then he nearly pulled all the way out before slamming in again. The thickness stretched you out painfully as you tried to adjust as quickly as possible. It was hard to think about relaxing your lower half when your number one enemy was balls deep inside of you. 

Your eyes caught your reflection as Draken guided you into a standing position using the hand still wrapped lightly around your throat. Using his free hand he grabbed your thigh and guided it up so your knee would rest on the vanity, allowing him to push in even deeper. “

“You should keep screaming my name like that, sweetheart,” Draken said in a condescending voice. It annoyed you enough to snap you out of your stupor as glared into the eyes of his reflection. 

“Fuck you.” You spat, trying to deny how good his pistoning thrusts were making you feel. Draken only laughed as he squeezed your throat just enough to slow the blood flow to your brain, making your thoughts hazy. He perfectly timed the release of his grip so that oxygen and endorphins flooded your head. 

It was hard to be mad when you were on cloud nine. 

He began a rhythm of squeezing and releasing your throat, enjoying the way your walls tightened around him considerably every time his grip tightened. Despite being the first time the two of you had ever had sex, he seemed to know exactly what buttons to press and you loathed the way the tabloids were right about how well he could wield his dick. 

You were too focused on your breathing to throw more insults at him. The head of his dick rubbing your g-spot with each roll of his hips. The lewd sound of skin slapping together and wet sloshes of arousal filled the small room. 

Draken somehow managed to increase his pace again and you wondered how much he worked out to be able to keep up such fast movements. His hand moved from your throat, giving it a break so he could rub your puffy clit. The new stimulation had your thighs quaking and the only thing keeping you up was his other arm that was now wrapped firmly around your waist. 

A loud moan ripped from you now that you were free to take in as much air as you needed. Draken grunted, his balls tightening with the need to release. His fingers increased his pace, abusing your clit even more as something in you snapped and you felt your eyes roll and jaw drop as you shook with the thrill of an intense orgasm. 

“That’s it,” He cooed, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he released you to flop down onto the vanity counter in an exhausted heap. His hands moved to your hips to hold them in place as he pounded into you wildly, not caring if it was too much for your already abused pussy to handle. “You take me so fucking well-” His voice cut off with a moan of his own as he released his seed into your still-spasming hole, filling you with so much cum that it spilled out along the base of his cock. 

You lay there in a daze, thoughts trying to form but dissipating with every twitch of the penis inside of you. Draken eventually pulled out, already missing the wet warmth of being inside of you. He watched his semen drip from you onto the old carpet that lined the room, pulling out his phone from his discarded pants and snapping a picture before you could get your wits about you. 

“You fucking asshole.” You mutter, hearing the click of a camera. “You better delete that.” 

He just ignored you as he read texts from Mikey asking if they were done yet. He rolled his eyes, still wanting to punch him. You managed to pull down your skirt and fix your bra as security approached the door finally. 

“Miss? We’ll get this door unlocked soon, just hang tight.” One man said and Draken snorted at someone treating you so politely after you turned into such a little slut for him. You wanted to slap him. As you climbed down from the high of your orgasm, your repulsion for him grew once more. You found your top and put it back on, noticing that Draken had quickly gotten redressed as well before the door could be opened. 

A moment later there was a soft clicking of the lock and Mikey opened the door with a shit-eating grin. “You owe me a hundred thousand yen, Kenchin.” He said in a chipper voice. 

“What is he talking about?” You dared to ask, not liking the sound of that. 

“We made a bet that he would fuck you,” Mikey replied and you felt all the color drain from your face. 

A bet? That’s all that this was? A stupid little bet? Your felt tears line your lower lashes, threatening to spill down your cheeks and run your already ruined makeup. Draken glanced at you and knew he had fucked up just by the expression hosted on your delicate features. 

“You are the worst!” You said, your voice dripping with venom before you stormed out of the room to be alone. 

A frown etched its way across Draken’s lips as he watched you go. This was going to be a long twelve weeks. 

Okay, the simulation just went bad But you're the best I ever had Like handprints in wet cement She touched me, it's permanent

You want me to forget you? Okay, forget me, too You tell me you hate me, baby Yeah, I bet you do

A/N: I really want to make this into a mini-series but I don't know if people would want that or not...It would be enemies to lovers which I thoroughly enjoy writing. I took a lot of inspo from MGK's Forget Me Too and Bloody Valentine.

[itjazzbicch]

Looking Out For You

Pairing: Draken x Fem Reader

Summary: Being a girl in a gang is unusual in the readers conditions, but she uses that to her advantage, specifically in a fighting ring between gangs where she earns herself money, but also makes some enemies and when she thinks she’s done for, her friends come to save the day, Draken being the one to take care of her…

Warnings: Swearing, Male x Female fight, mentions of blood

Word Count: 3.6k

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

“You gotta be kidding me!”

All of the guys at the fight were laughing hysterically whenever I stepped up, all of them pointing at me, some small girl, popping bubble gum with my hands in my pockets.

It looked like I was lost, but this exactly what I wanted.

“Who would bet on you, shorty?!” This guy was sure he had this fighting in the bag, poking my forehead to send me back some before going into stance, “I’m gonna get a whole lot of money out of this one.”

“Don’t go easy on me,” Pop went my bubble gum, shooting a smile as he ran after me.

All of these guys were so typical and easy to read. They were just street fighters, the crowd cheering him on as they thought he had the advantage:

“Show her who’s boss! Kick her little a-“

That boy threw his punch and it was so easy to dodge, raising up my knee and spinning to the side with my left, leaving the back of his head wide open for my right leg to shoot up and kick him in the head.

Silence fell as he dropped like a ton of bricks, knocked out cold, slumped murmurs falling out of his mouth with drool onto the concrete.

“What was that about kicking my ass?��� I snickered, blowing another bubble, “Didn’t even lose any flavor in this gum yet!”

“Wha- Did she just knock him out?!”

They were all flabbergasted, meanwhile I was smiling, eyes locking onto my next contestant.

“You got lucky! But that won’t work on me, girly!”

Some shaved head idiot started raging toward me and right as he approached me, one kick up right under the chin.

He was tougher than the last guy, that one didn’t knock him out, but it wasn’t done just yet, smashing his head with an elbow and that one did the trick, having him falling to the ground just like his friend.

“Anyone here actually gonna give me a challenge?”

Looking around, all of the guys here we frozen, jaws on the ground with all eyes on me.

“No?” I popped my gum again, shaking my head, “What a shame. Make sure you’re all ready for next time. You haven’t seen the last of me!”

This was such an easy game. Considering my mother worked all night long and still didn’t make much money, I fought in these little tournaments between gangs to earn some money.

No one would ever bet on me because I was the only girl who would stepped up to a man, let alone gang members too.

I was a member of the Tokyo Majin Gang, but I rarely showed my face, so I was a mere stranger to everyone.

But I had a friend on the inside. He’d bet the money, I win the fights, we split the profit and we both get good money from it.

“You never fail, Y/N! Look how much yen we got this time!”

Heading over with Joko down the alley we always took home, he sure had a bright smile on his face and it went right onto mine.

“Oh hell yeah!” I smiled, taking my half, “Just imagine all cash we’ll get if we keep it up!”

“No kidding, sis!” He laughed, cheering as he skipped down the alley, but suddenly coming to a halt as he stumbled into a tall stature.

“Oh, hey Draken,” I nodded up at him, but his face was as stone cold as ever. Something told me that he wasn’t happy with me.

“Excuse me! I’m so sorry, sir!” Joko immediately bowed his head and kept posture.

I was close to Draken, so I didn’t bother, but did stay still whenever Draken commanded to Joko:

“You go on ahead home. Y/N and I need to have a talk. I’ll walk her home.”

“Yes, sir!” Joko bowed once more before waving to me and running off.

“Aww, Kenny. If you missed me that’s all you had to say,” I giggled, joining his side as we began our walk.

“What did I tell you about calling me that?!” He growled, making me laugh more:

“Don’t be so serious, my man! Anywho, what we do we need to talk about?”

“You can wait till we get to your place,” He murmured, hands in his pockets and following me along.

That wasn’t a good sign. Was something happening with the gang that I needed to know about?

Regardless, during our walk I prepared myself. Thank goodness my mother left already, heading in and getting us two colas , sliding on to him over the counter.

“So, we’re here. What’s the deal?” Some cola eased my nerves a bit, and finally Draken spoke his mind:

“So, why do I still keep hearing about a some short girl, who likes to pop bubble gum, showing up at gang fights for money?”

“Uhhh-,” I giggled softly, sipping my cola and clearly lying, “I have no idea! She sounds dangerous.”

“What did I tell you about fighting in those little rings, huh?” Draken wasn’t messing around this time.

Just great.

“That’s what this is about, man?” Why was he so worried about this?! “You know that I’m a taijutsu master! Those guys are so easy to beat! It’s easy money that I put towards the gang and take care of myself with. You know I don’t have it easy, Draken!”

“I get that, but it’s dangerous,” He glared deep into my eyes, he seriously didn’t want me doing this and I already knew why, “You’re a-“

“Girl?” I shot an intense glare right back at him. I hated whenever someone told me not to do something because I’m a girl. It’s such bullshit.

“And one of these days, you’re gonna run into a big dude that you might not take down!” Draken slammed his hands on the counter, already towering over me and that made him feel even bigger, “Or you’re gonna piss them off so bad that they’re going it try and jump you!”

“Like that’ll happen!” I slammed my hands down right in front of him and attempted to size him up, “I get why you worry, but come on! You’ve seen me fight!”

“For fucks sake, Y/N! What would you do if one day those guys get you alone, huh? And you have to fight a whole group of them without Joko or someone else with you? Tell me!”

His scenario did make me think and I truly didn’t know what I would do. Even my cockiness wouldn’t kick in while thinking about it.

“Listen,” Draken sighed deeply, trying to settle the tension between us, “I just want you to be careful, okay? You’re fighting between multiple gangs and I don’t want this to turn into a big issues when it’s stupid.”

Again, I just stayed quiet. I guess there were other ways I could earn myself some money, but fighting is one thing I’ve always known and it was the easiest route.

Coming around the counter, he placed his hand on my shoulder, looking down into my eyes:

“Do you at least understand where I’m coming from?”

“Yeah, I understand,” I whispered softly, staring at the floor till his fingertips lifted my chin so our gaze reconnected:

“I know you can kick ass, Y/N. You are a badass, you just can’t be so reckless.”

“Aww,” I couldn’t stand the seriousness anymore, getting him tongue tied when I twirled the strand of blonde hair in his face, “Who knew you were such a big softy.”

“Softly?! How dare you!” He growled, swatting my hand away, making me laugh more:

“Chill, man! You’re blushing, by the way.”

“Blushing?!” That only made his face more red and I held my stomach from laughing so much!

“It’s kinda cute though,” I just had to keep poking at him, till he booped my forehead:

“Whatever. I’ll see you later, shorty.”

“No hug goodbye? How rude!” I teased, thinking I’d get a cold shoulder, till he wrapped one arm around my shoulder and side hugged me:

“There? Happy now?”

That made me smile, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Draken hug anyone, let alone me!

“Yeah,” I smiled softly, stopping him before he walked out of the door, “And hey, I promise I’ll call it quits with the fighting ring for a while You did make a good point.”

“I always do,” He smiled softly, looking away for a moment thinking, and he made me smile even more, “Tomorrow the guys and I are gonna go for a ride and do some talking. Tag along, I know that bike of yours can ride.”

“Faster than yours,” I giggled, left smiling as he rolled his eyes, shutting the door:

“Whatever you say, shorty!”

*the next day*

Today was as typical as any other. School was easy, I went to taijutsu practice after and on the way out, I got the text to meet up so we could have some fun racing before the meeting.

I wasn’t paying attention while walking out the back door into the parking lot, sending Draken a text that I was leaving practice, but my head jumped up as I heard metal crashing.

My bike! That asshole I knocked out yesterday was smashing it with a bat!

“You dick!” I yelled at him, charging right for him till I felt someone grab me by the hair.

“What do you think you’re doing, huh?! Haha!”

The other guy I knocked out too?! I quickly grabbed his wrist, pulling his arm down and elbowing him in the joint as hard as I could.

That was enough to make him let go, backing away quickly to see that I was surrounded. That guy and all of his buddies were here.

Shit, this was bad. Very bad. To think Draken was right about this.

“You think we were just gonna let you off the hook after the stunt you pulled yesterday, huh?”

This was the first time in a long time I had to take my fighting stance in a real fight. I was surrounded, all of them closing in on me.

In that moment, I thought of what Draken said, what was I gonna do?

Looking around the circle, I was left with only one option. I picked out the smallest guy and punched his lights out to kick off the fight:

“I don’t go down easy! Bring it on, bitches!”

It’s been a while since I’ve been in a situation like this, but I didn’t go down without a fight. I actually took out a good bit of them.

It was just so hard to watch my back, that being the one disadvantage when I felt my hair get gripped up tight.

The grip left a burn in my scalp, but I wasn’t giving up, trying to kick the one guys away, but he kicked my knee out then kneed me right in the ribs.

That instantly knocked all of the wind out of me, about coughing up a lung, eyes heavy and head woozy whenever he picked my head up by the hair again:

“Told ya we’d teach you a lesson! Coming to our fight club and thinking you own the place!”

A punch right to my gut made me collapse, but he kept me up by the hair. All I could try to do in that moment was breathe, but the sound of motorcycle engines caught my attention.

Tires screeching made everyone come to a halt, hearing from behind me:

“Y/N!!”

Baji?

“You get your damn hands off of her!”

There was Draken right in front of me and he sent that dude into another atmosphere with just one punch.

Finally, I was let go and I fell to the concrete, curled up into a ball, coughing and heavily panting. Those punches and knee strikes were so strong I still couldn’t breathe right.

“Wait? She’s with the Tokyo Majin Gang?!”

That sure took them all by surprise. Glancing upward briefly, Draken, Baji, and Mikey were kicking all of their asses.

“Hey, Y/N! You gotta breathe! Don’t worry, I got you,” Mitsuya scooped me up in his arms softly and I tried my best.

Along with his coaching, I was finally breathing right, but damn did I feel like crap.

“You listen to me!” Everyone stopped what they were doing, all of those guys beat up and on the ground while Draken had their leader by the shirt.

I’ve never seen Draken so intimidating and terrifying before, that guy about pissing himself, shaking in fear as Draken growled in his face:

“If you ever even come near her again, it’ll be the last thing you ever do!”

“Now, fuck off!” Baji made sure to get one last hit in, laughing while they all picked themselves off and ran for their lives.

“How is she?” Mikey was the next to come over and I hated that they had to see me like this.

This was the first time someone managed to put me down in a brawl, attempting to stand up as I groaned:

“I-I’m fine.”

The moment I stood up, I collapsed again, but Draken was there, holding me in his arms:

“No you’re not, Y/N. You got a bloody lip and all.”

“And they destroyed your bike?” Mitsuya observed, and I was defeated, just laying my head against Draken’s chest:

“I have no idea how they found out where the dojo is. They completely blindsided me.”

“Baji, Mitsuya! Take care of her bike. I’m gonna take her home.”

“On it,” Mitsuya and Baji both came to my sides, helping me up to my feet.

“Don’t worry, I can hang on to your bike,” Holding my stomach, I limped alongside Draken, making sure to thank them all, “You guys really came in the Knick of time huh?”

“We planned on meeting up here after all, it’s a good racing start,” Mitsuya informed me, “Good thing we came when we did.”

“You know we always have your back, sis,” Baji smiled softly, Mikey smiling at me too:

“Always.”

“Thanks guys,” I said softly, head down as I went to Draken’s bike.

“You sure you’ll be okay for the ride?” Draken was hesitant to hop on because of my condition, but I climbed right on and just nodded.

This pain was like burning in hell. I was clinging onto Draken for dear life during that ride and it wasn’t even five minutes.

I was so grateful that my mom worked nights, if I came home like this and she saw me? Dear goodness, she’d lose her shit.

When we walked in the door, I had my back turned, ready to take care of myself alone, telling Draken:

“Thanks for bringing me home. I’ll take care of myself, I promise.”

“Y/N,” He sighed, shaking his head, “You can’t even walk.”

“Barely, but I’m still walking,” I went to take another step forward, but Draken shut and locked the door, coming and scooping me softly.

“You got anything to clean that cut?” He asked, taking me to my room and sitting me on the bed softly.

“Bathroom on the shelf,” I whispered softly, sitting there trying to hold back tears from how my ribs hurt.

I was so pissed that I allowed this to happen to me, that Draken was right about the bad side to this fighting ring stuff.

I never lost a fight and the fact that they had to jump me? What cowards.

“Alright, I got some wraps for your ribs too. I can tell they’re banged up,” Draken came back to me, kneeling in front of me as I sat on the edge of the bed.

“No kidding, guess I’ll just get it over with,” I went to take the wraps, but I stopped as he instructed:

“Lift your shirt up. It’s gonna be hard to do yourself.”

“O-Oh, okay-“

Why was I so nervous all of a sudden? On top of that, it hurt like hell when I lifted my arms up, biting my lip to hide the cry trying to come out of me.

“Here,” Draken slipped my shirt off like it was nothing, leaving me in my sports bra and when he looked down at me, gosh my cheeks were hot.

“T-Thanks,” No one ever made me stutter like this, I hope I wasn’t being too awkward, but it was like nothing to him:

“You’re welcome. I’m gonna try to be as easy as I can. You should ice this too.”

Running his large hand across my side, his hands were soft, which surprised me a little, the both of us noticing the bruises forming on me already.

“Ready?” Draken looked up to me for assurance before wrapping up my ribs and I just nodded, sucking in a breath, eyes shut tight but it didn’t stop the tears.

Even when he was as gentle as possible, the stings and pains were a lot.

“Hey, all done. It’s okay,” My eyes were still closed, but I felt his thumb wipe away the tears running down my cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Draken,” I cried softly, wiping the rest of my tears, “I should’ve have listened to you. I tried to fight, but there was just too many of them. I would’ve been dead if it weren’t for you and the guys.”

“It’s not your fault those guys are a bunch of punks,” Draken sighed, trying to help just because I was crying but I shook my head:

“You told me to stop fighting before something like this happened and I didn’t listen. I’m so stupid!”

“Listen, all that matters is that, we got you out of that fight,” When I felt him holding the side of my face, I finally looked him in the eyes, his gaze settling me along with his deepening voice, “There’s nothing we can do to change it, but it’s all gonna be alright.”

Nodding softly, I whispered softly, “Thanks again, Draken. I don’t think I can thank you guys enough.”

“Like Baji and Mikey said, we always have your back. Always.”

That put a small smile on my face and it was nice to get a smile back from him. It made all of the bad emotions start to drift away.

“Need anything else? Don’t worry about the little meeting. We can handle it another time,” I was so appreciative of him taking care of me and I did want to ask him something, but I was so nervous.

I always had the, fuck it, mentality, so I went ahead and asked softly:

“Do you mind s-staying the night?”

“Your moms not gonna get pissed, is she?”

Wait, he’s cool with it? That about made my eyes pop out of my head, snapping out of it a bit to reply:

“She crashes in her room as soon as she comes home. Literally always. I’m not worried about it. It’s just-“

“Just what?” No one’s ever seen me like this and I think that’s why Draken was being so understanding, extremely hard to get off my chest:

“That was the first time in my life I think, that I was truly scared. You know how some of these gangs are and what they do to girls. Let alone one who kicked their asses.”

“Now, you know I’d never let anything like that happen to you,” He assured, hugging me softly as he stood up, “Let’s get you laid down, you need to relax.”

That I surely agreed on, fixing my pillows and laying back as softly as I could, groaning through some pain, but relaxation waved over me as Draken turned off the lights, trying not to watch him too much as he tossed off his shirt, left in his tank top and shorts, definitely not admiring his tall, muscular stature.

He got into bed next to me as softly as he could, but the little bounce from his weight made my head hurt more, and he noticed how hard I closed my eyes.

“I’m sor-“

“It’s alright,” I cooed quickly, fixing my hair, “That guy about ripped my hair out and it still hurts.”

Everything came to a sudden halt, the pain I was feeling, my heart, time almost, whenever Draken scooted closer to me, kissing the top of my head softly.

“Hair pulling is such a bitch move.”

I went to speak, but nothing came out, my heart going double time as pet the top of my head softly, slicking my hair back.

“You alright?”

Sometimes he was so oblivious to others feelings, and I managed to get something out when I whispered:

“Is it okay if I tell you something?”

“What’s up?”

Again, completely oblivious. Hopefully, my actions made things more clear as I took his arm that was close to me, placing it over me softly, fighting tears again as I admitted to him:

“I feel so safe with you. Like nothing could ever hurt me.”

“That’s because you are,” Another kiss, but on my forehead, made those tears happy ones, feeling the drowsiness guiding me to sleep along with his whisper: “I’ll always protect you, Y/N.”

[cannellee]

who do you think from tokyo revengers would fall easily to their omegas puppy eyes? Or who wouldn't fall for it as easily

liiiike imagine reader wants something from a shop (their alpha thinks it's completely useless but reader wants it anyway) and they slyly walk up to their alpha whining and giving puppy eyes to get them to agree to buy said thing?

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ alpha! Tokyo revengers x omega! Reader (pairing: mikey, draken, takemichi, sanzu, kokonoi, kazutora, ran, mitsuya, shinichiro)

— how easily do they fall for the puppy eyes.

cw : a really tiny mention of sex in ran's.

౨ৎ my masterlist : ☆

MIKEY

100% sure you'll get whatever you want by the time asked 3 or 5 times. mikey's patience is quite strong, especially when it comes to you and he doesn't see the point in fighting.

his omega wants something? she can get it anytime. doesn't matter if it's useless, ugly or absolutely outrageous. as long as it doesn't harm you, he'll give in.

still, if he's getting stubborn, having you rub your scent glands against his wrists or anywhere else will make him completely compliant.

now he's lazily following you around, actually you're basically dragging him but it's okay bc he loves you<3

DRAKEN

it's not that draken doesn't want to please you, but he just doesn't see what it's good for. he's not spending his money on any dumb shit you see.

he's a reasonable alpha and is sure to know what's best for you, and clearly what you're asking for is anything but essential.

but again, draken's composure subtly shatters when you come up to him with your puppy eyes and wobbly lips.

draken knows what you're doing and gives you a hard look to get you to stop, but of course you don't and he's sighing.

and that's when you know you won. draken might be a strong and scary alpha from the outside, but you just know how to defeat him.

draken can't resist his omega, and that's it!

TAKEMICHI

you don't even have to ask tbh, he's just buying everything you want. takemichi's just a simp.

but, imagine you asked for something absolutely crazy and takemichi was clearly not having it.

he tries to reason you because he knows that if you don't change your mind, he'll end up buying it whether he wants it or not.

takemichi sure is the alpha in your relationship, but you're definitely the one in charge. you let takemichi do his alpha things, carrying your stuff, paying for you and taking you places. and you, you decide where you're going, what you'll both be eating and how you'll spend your time.

just make puppy eyes and takemichi's will is out the window, his hands already digging for his wallet.

just a quick kiss and your permission for him to scent you all over is enough for your alpha!

SANZU

you think you can convince sanzu? think again.

sanzu is an alpha, your alpha. and he's not letting his little omega do as she pleases and talk him into buying completely useless stuff.

although you could swear you saw some amusement and adoration in his eyes when you made use of your pheromones to soften his decision, you know you couldn't change his mind.

sanzu is the one making decisions for the both of you. if he says it's harmful, not useful and not suited for an omega, then that's it, end of story.

you're getting out of the shop empty handed :(

but he'll make it up to you and gifts you something he considers good enough for you, which he knows you'll enjoy more than that stupid trash you asked for.

KOKONOI

is sighing but inside he doesn't really mind.

he is actually more than happy to show he can provide and get you anything you ask for and need.

he's your alpha, his job is to keep you well fed, safe and happy.

you want anything at all? it's yours in the minute, only if you ask for it properly though.

big puppy eyes, a sweeter scent and a cute whining sound and he's sold. it makes you look so delicate! kokonoi's instincts are on fire and he can't deny you when you look this adorable<3

KAZUTORA

kazutora is absolutely loving it.

the way you're asking for his permission, almost begging him to get you what you want.

him being the only obstacle between you and your satisfaction, he didn't know he could feel so much pleasure from watching you whining and pleading for him.

this feeling of control makes his alpha instincts go crazy and just that makes him want to meet your needs.

insists for a bit, with big hugs and big doe eyes and you got him exactly where you want him to be<3

he's overall happy to buy you what you were eyeing earlier, he just likes to take advantage of the situation<3

RAN

ran is similar in a way to kazutora.

he doesn't just listen to your pleadings, he will make you beg.

you want this ridiculous thing so bad? work for it.

you better look convincing and submissive otherwise ran won't get his credit card out.

if you somehow manage to make him give in, you're in debt! ran may ask you anything and everything at anytime of the day, and you just have to obey!

that's what your dynamic is supposed to be like. ran is working for the both of you, providing anything you need and you respect his words and do what he tells you to.

although he admits he likes it when you're being stubborn.

that's why he will get you whatever you want at the only condition you do something for him in return. you pay him back the way he wants it, with you spread out under him probably!

MITSUYA

good luck with this one.

mitsuya is rational, just like draken.

but he knows you too, and when he notices you walking up to him holding a weird looking item he knows what's coming.

tells you no before you can even ask for permission.

so you pout and sigh excessively loud just so he can hear how frustrated you are.

when he still doesn't give in and you're almost out of the shop, you make sure your annoyance is clear.

he tries to reason you and scents you, hoping it will make you change your mind and want to cuddle with him at home.

mitsuya has two sisters and he's perfect at handling outbursts like yours.

it partly works, although you're still salty.

but he makes sure to lift your mood and promise to take you to your favourite cafe and buy you all sort of snacks, so you're not mad anymore!

SHINICHORO

why would you do this to this man in the first place?

shinichiro lives to please you, his instincts is basically screaming at him to answer all of your needs.

he knows what you want is ridiculously bad, but who cares if it makes his cute omega mate happy?

the exact moment you came up to him with a scent sweeter than normal and big innocent eyes, you knew you won.

and he knew it too.

asked you if you wanted anything else, his little mate shouldn't have to pay for anything. use him while he's there !

but shinichiro is careful though, he will check whether what you're asking could hurt you. if it's just a harmless ugly squeaky toy, he won't say much. ask for cigarettes or anything of the sort and he's lecturing you and you have a panicked alpha.

don't scare him like that, he wouldn't want to see you hurt :(

[metranart]

Mikey x Reader x Draken (Tokyo Revengers)(Part 8)

Being a gang leader doesn’t leave a lot of free time and having hit the critical age of the hormonal teenager, Draken and Mikey are beginning to feel the raging urge of having some needs meet.

They knew what was to come, same reason why they kept you at arm reach. 

Now that their brains aren’t a pool of hormones and lust, they realized how instead of being gentle and tender as any first time should be, it was animalistic bordering primal. You basically drove them to the edge of insanity, and they willingly fell into the spell.

Spellbound still, they follow closely behind you, trailing your every move with attentive eyes, internally ready to chase if they need to, to restrain if is necessary and to beg if you force them to it.

All in hopes of keeping you for themselves. They want you to have their kids, share their dreams, conquer Japan along them—… not in that specific order but you get the idea.

You walk moving quickly but quietly. The idea to go find your own gang leader passes through your mind briefly, but you dismiss it. Draken and Mikey’s gazes are on you like a hawk.

If you miraculously manage to escape and go to Elliot's, -you sigh, long and breathlessly- imagining being beside him and under his protection. Your body tenses at the prospect of running away, maybe straight to a cop—

“Such a long sigh,” you hadn’t taken more than three steps when Mikey cuts short your plans by snaking an arm around your shoulders. “Tell me, (y/n), were you planning to run away?” 

 You wrinkle your nose at being discovered. His eyes study you as you stand frozen beside him. 

“Nah, my Babygirl is not such a dummy,” he states, voice heavy with sarcasm. “I wonder where you were off to?” Mikey continues, and soon Draken joins as well.

“Perhaps she fancies another restaurant,” the tall blond suggests, airily.

“Feeling a little peckish, are we?” Mikey replies, playfully, his attention solely on you. “—Looking for another sip of milk? You can have some of mine, if you like.” The Toman leader smirks at seeing you blush hard, and you can hear Draken chuckle.

Your injured hand is wrapped in fresh bandages, you feel exhausted and weak, your crotch is sensitive and your body aches. It might be safer to play along and then plan an escape route. 

His wicked laugh draws your attention back to him.

“My, my Kenchin... how very little our girl is.” Mikey notices, glancing back at his friend, taking in count how your whole frame is dwarfed by his. “Humor me, (Y/N). How old are you?” he asks, and you hate the sound of his patronizing voice. 

Drawing yourself up, you respond with as much pride and dignity as any gang member should have.

“Not old enough, Manjiro,” you snarl, trying to shake him away from you to no avail. “You just raped a minor—” 

Draken sighs, claiming the other side of the sidewalk to walk right next to you. Flanking you. 

“So very young, indeed.” The tall blond shares, calmly, “but so are we, and sex between teenagers is NOT legally rape…. more like mildly disappointing for society, but not jail time.” Draken patiently explains, and your fists clench, painfully. 

“That’s fairly horrifying, ain’t it?” Mikey croons and you bared your teeth at them, a mocking imitation of a smile. “Plus, you being our girlfriend, ummm-” he taps his lips thinking, “is not rape at all, it was our first time. Lovers sharing an intimate—” 

“Do NOT call me your fucking girlfriend, delusional asshole!”

You raise your voice, moving slowly to your right towards his left side, but he catches your subtle motion and mirrors it casually in his own. He laughs at you, then, and it absolutely prickles your skin.

“Delusional asshole?” Mikey repeats in a spoiled, childish voice, “-that seems like a bit too harsh, don’t ya think, baby?”

You are about to mitigate any kind of hope Manjiro Sano may be harvesting in that blond sick head of his when Draken towers over you, leaning so closely that you can feel his warm breath against your face.

“(Y/N), please, don’t presume that because we allowed a little disrespect, we will continue to endure it,” his eyes seem darker than ever up close, and your body's involuntary reaction is to try to run to which he catches your forearm in his firm grip in an almost lightning-fast motion.

“I can catch you-” he warns, a little upset by your foolish attempt, “I will catch you, and it’s quite unseemly for a girl to be dragged back like a spoiled brat, don’t you think?” 

Draken’s face is so close that you are only a breath away from a kiss, or head-butt him but neither would have a happy ending for you, so you back down and allow them to believe that you have given in.

“—And just like that all her fight is gone.” Mikey says between merry laughter, eyes creasing while he sticks his front to your back in a possessive hug. “Give her a break, Kenchin, she's just getting used to us.”

Graciously offering you his hand, Draken sighs and waits for you to take it, and after a couple of tense seconds, you do. As a sign of good omen between the two.

You can feel the bulge of muscles and the twisting veins that ran from shoulder to knuckles just by the grip of his hand, it's not bruising but is firmer than what you expected. You shudder, imagining those powerful hands locked around your hips, driving himself deep inside once again.... and you being unable to stop him, once again.

“Why me?” you ask, suddenly, ice dripping from your tone.  

Mikey’s arm is around your waist, light as a feather on the wind as he aids Draken to escort you to the restaurant. A blush creeps up your neck when Manjiro Sano choose to deposit a chaste kiss on your neck instead of answering you, and before you can even think of ask again, Draken does the same but on your cheek.

And you puff some air, outraged. “The least you can do is answer me—”

“And that's exactly what we just did.”

Draken cuts your outburst short to then fall silent. 

“Please,” you whisper, your voice hardly there. But their heads turn towards you slightly, and their attention makes you feel brave enough to continue. “Please let me go. I want to go home, I just want to go home, I’ll do anything! I’ll renounce to my gang, I’ll convince Elliot to…to…not do anything against you, I’ll do anything!” You stutter, finally reaching your breaking point.

“You have nothing to offer us.” Mikey claims in all calm smoothness, trying to pass some of that energy to you. You know they don’t care about any you have to offer, even so, you need to try. “Plus, you are not our prisoner, just our girlfriend-”

“What's the difference?”

The words leave you before you can stop them and both stop suddenly and release your hand and waist, turning towards you.

“Loving can heal—” Mikey proclaims, way too invested. You can clearly see in his eyes that he believes what he is saying. “—But you need to give us a chance to let us make up for what’ve we done, okay?”

Maybe this was their way of apologizing for violating you in every possible way.... did they believe that this could be erased and the three of you would end up being a happy polyamorous couple?

You stood quiet for a moment, staring into his startlingly beautiful dark eyes. He was handsome, and sometimes –like now– he even seemed kind enough, though his words were firm and good intentioned, you knew better than to listen to them. 

So, without answering, you turn from them coldly, taking a few testing steps ahead of them. 

“–Just walk.” You hear Mikey advise; gaze firmly set on your every move. 

“Don’t run… we won’t be able to stop ourselves if you run.” Draken warns, his voice tight as if is taking him a lot not to chase you down. 

You were only a couple of steps away from them, but you could see the tension that it caused them.

Testing your luck and their small slip of freedom for you, you visualized the restaurant and move faster, they compensate for the speed but still don't grab you or pull you. Leaving you some air to breathe. Feeling a little -tiny- more in control, you trot demurely until you reach the door, and turn around.

Genuine surprise showing on your face when you noticed that they hadn't chase you.

“Not even a day ago I trusted you.” You remind them, “you spitted in that trust with your more than reprovable acts-….” their blank faces were hard to read, “-I’ve yet to trust you since.” 

Both blonds nod, understanding what you are saying but still unable to process why you can’t understand them as well.

“She’s going to be a tough nut to crack, ain’t she, Kenshin?” 

The aftermentioned smirks, “if she weren’t we wouldn’t be so interested.”

Mikey snickers at that, opening the door to follow you inside. “Damn right.” 

Both gang members enter and just start to walk, you are already inside a booth occupying the long seat of the right and leaving just the seat in front as their only option. 

“Scoot over, (Y/N),” Mikey orders, “Kenshin and I are far too big to share the same side—” 

“I never hear you complaining when you had to share the same, small and diminutive, bed….” You snarl out, and he looks down at you. 

“I’m hungry and tired, even if you find it hard to believe,” the leader of the Toman confesses and for the first time you notice the bags under his eyes. “If you don’t scoot over voluntarily I’m going to be forced to put you on my lap-” 

You’re quick enough to swallow the gasp, and before it continues, you slide to the end of the booth.  

“Good girl,” Mikey praises, taking the seat next to you, sliding gracefully closer until feels the side of his thigh pressed to yours. Then he starts. 

“Communication based on threats will not help us grow our relationship,” Mikey begins to lecture you, and you feel your blood boil.  

“He’s right, little mouse,” Draken adds, taking the seat in front of you as he flips through the menu. “We ought to be civilized,” he instructs, offering you the menu, and when you take it, he doesn't let go, "do you think you can be civilized?”

Your lips purse, even so, you reply.

“Of course, Sweetie, whatever my dear boyfriend asks.” Your tone drips harsh sarcasm. 

“—I know you are doing it to spite me,” Draken begins letting go of the menu, serious facade yet soon his mouth curves into a smile. “… But you calling me your boyfriend really gave me goosebumps, doll.” 

A blush creeps across your cheeks when you frown, making it unable for them to know if its out of embarrassment or anger.

“Now I’m jealous,” Mikey pouts, “Tell me something pretty as well.” 

The blond asks unashamedly, as if your sarcastic comment were actually a show of affection. 

You ignore him, in order to read the menu and suddenly feel him take your hand nonetheless. 

You are about to snatch it back, violently, when you see him bowing, you feel the barest hint of his breath on your knuckles before he presses his forehead to them, instead of his lips. 

“I couldn't even bring myself to kiss your beautiful hand, my love—” he mutters, “Not when I can only think of kissing your lips.” 

When he look up, his eyes are blackened yet overflowing with a feeling that you refused to call love, and his tone as cold and composed as ever. 

“Knock it off, Sano.” You grunt, uncomfortable. “You can drop the act—” 

“It’s not an act, darling.” Draken cuts in, “It never has been.”

You try to snatch your hand away, but Mikey isn’t ready to let go, not without a token of affection. 

“Let go.”

He shakes his head. You sigh, burdensomely.

“You know what I ask in return.” He simply instructs. 

You would like to hit him but you are so emotionally and physically exhausted that you are reduced to saying.  

“Could my dear boyfriend let go of my hand?”

The blonde's eyes shine and placing a soft kiss on your knuckles before releasing you, he smiles.  

"Your boyfriend doesn't want to, but he will do it because he loves you." He announces and your nose wrinkles in disgust.  

You shake your head disapprovingly and he nods.  

“We love you.”

Draken adds.

“A lot.”

“You are delusional and confused—” 

"Whatever you feel, my love, we feel all the more," Mikey say slowly and clearly. His thumb reaches your cheek and brushes it, affectional. 

You flush a little in embarrassment, and he smirks, glad that you made his point easier. 

“The implication behind this blush tells me of how you don’t find us inadequate nor disgusting-” 

You seem to regret your involuntary body reactions, But unfortunately this only makes you blush more, much to the delight of both blondes.

“There’s hope,” Draken adds out of the sudden. 

“Yes, there is.” Mikey nods, “…. We only have to work for it.”

You're about to reproach him when his fingers gently fall on your lips, "and we will, gladly."

“You will fail.” You say in an icy tone. 

Both smirk, and Draken is the first to talk. 

“Wanna bet?” 

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Thinking smutty thots about Draken that only you can articulate into the most perfect drabble imaginable, babe.

Needy reader keeps sending suggestive texts/nudes to him during one of his meetings, driving him crazy. Draken tells her to be a good girl and be patient, that he’ll be home soon, but she says fuck that noise, drives herself to his location and waits for him to walk out. They fuck in the car. She needed that dick ASAP.😏

Need you now!

Pairing: Draken x Fem! Reader

WARNINGS: teasing, car sex, rough sex 💁‍♀️, cussing, a little grinding, choking, hair pulling, not proof read

A/N: babesss, you’re always blessing me with the best prompts 😩 ♥️

Your fingers tremble as you write out a text to Draken, shifting uncomfortably in your seat at you try to hold out on this excruciating heat between your legs.

<(Baby. When will you get home?)

(I’m almost done, be patient a little longer yeah?)>

You frown at the text; he had said that half an hour ago. You hated bugging him because you understood that the meetings were important, but you wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer.

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<(i can’t be patient much longer..)

Draken almost chokes on his drink, coughing awkwardly as mikey eyes him suspiciously, putting his phone back in his pocket with a small ‘excuse me’ as he gets up and walks to the bathroom.

Your phone screen lights up, his name popping up with a phone call as you curiously accept.

“Hello?”

“Are you seriously that needy? What has gotten into you, darl’?”

Though he sounded a bit pissed, you could tell he was also just as needy for you as you were for him as he sighed on the other end of the line.

“Mikey has one other topic, might be a bit longer. J’st wait for a tad longer, alright? Just be a good girl and I’ll reward you for it, promise.” he says finally.

“But you said that almost an hour ago!” you sighed, groaning as you rolled your eyes.

“I’m trying my hardest to get out as quick as I can.”

“Yeah yeah.” you say, ending the call with a frustrated groan. Your bottom lip quivering as tears formed in your eyes. The feeling was overwhelming, your libido overtaking all of your senses as you whined to yourself.

“It can’t take that long right?” you ask yourself, grabbing your car keys with a small smile as you burst out the door, rushing to your car. You had a simple plan; if Draken couldn’t get to you, you would get to him first.

You pulled up outfront of the building, your car standing out like a sore thumb to all of the bikes around. You shuffled uncomfortably, again, as you checked the time, sighing. It had only been 20 minutes since you had had the conversation, but it felt like an eternity ago.

The more you looked, the more you realized that there were actually only one other bike there besides Drakens, the others being torn down as if they were either trashed or a project in the making. Mitsuya came out of the doors, followed by Draken as they conversed, probably complaining about how long the meeting had been. Mitsuya’s eyebrows quirked as he nodded to your car, draken’s eyes following his to meet your annoyed ones with a sheepish smile.

Mitsuya waves goodbye as he hops on his bike and drives away, draken’s heavy footsteps being heard as he leaned down and over into the open window.

“Did you have fun talking with your ‘bros’ as you left me at homr alone?” you huffed, looking the other way as he brushed his hair behind his ear.

“Erm.. no, not really. But I was about to head home to see you anyways-“

“Save it.” you interrupt, shifting your thighs as he glanced down, his eyes flickering back up to meet yours with a grin.

“Needy much?” he asks, slipping in behind you as you slid into the backseat, giggling as he slid off your shorts and panties in one swoop, meanwhile his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss.

You moaned into the kiss, his leg grinding into your cunt as he smiled. His hair ticked your face, prompting you to giggle yourself as you swatted him away.

“You needy enough you already prepped y’rself?” he asks, glancing down at his leg to catch a glimpse of the sheen of your arousal now sticking to it. Your face flushed as you sheepishly turned around, propping yourself up on all fours as you looked back shyly.

“M’ ready I think.” you say, your voice barely above a whisper as he slips off his pants.

“Sure?” he confirms, his tip tracing the outside of your hole as you nodded with a small whine.

He takes it with a toothy grin as he slips into your heat, his face contorting into pleasure as your eyes rolled back. It made a total difference when you were out of practice, the feelings becoming almost overwhelming as he continued to push further in.

Once he bottoms out, he gives a small breather as he shakingly wraps a hand around your neck, lifting you up to make your back flush to his chest as his tip kisses your cervix, tears pricking the corner of your eyes.

“S’good.” you mumble, grinding down slightly on his dick as you let out a small whine. His grip tightens on your neck as his other hand shields your heads from hitting the car roof, bouncing you up and down ruthlessly.

You bent over as your legs gave out, his hand around your neck moving to your hair as he grabbed a handful. He didn’t pull your hair, ever, but he also liked to have the authority. Normally it was simply to keep you down so that he could continue to drill into you doggy style like now.

Out of the blue, your walls clamped down on him as his tip continuously bullied your g-spot, pulling him over the edge quicker than he could have imagined as he threw his head back, spilling his thick seed into your pretty cunt. You followed in suite, creaming around his cock as your nails bent creases into the seat, shaking below the man like a leaf in the wind.

“Ah- shittt princess, where did you learn a move like that?” he chuckles, letting go of your hair as he let out a sigh. You whined when he pulled out, grimacing as you viewed the outline of sweat on the seats as well as the fog on the windows.

“Ready for round two?”

“Not in a car I’m not.”

[itsmm4hiii]

No longer a object - K. Ryuguji Synopsis: an injured Y/n doesn't want help from no man. Yet when push comes to shove she is thankful that he helps her. It's agreed that the two of them will become more than accquantices in the likely future. Pairing: Ken Ryuguji X (female) Reader Warnings: blood, injury, course language

Women were never subjects more than nothing. They were subjects of men so their bodies could be drastically changed- morphed to suit not their desires but those of men. Their masks of makeup perfectly done for the best performance as women had to be actors to suit the needs of those they called dearly beloved. They were no more than a breathing doll, a sex object for men to prey on as it was always the woman's fault if she showed her shoulders. 

‘Hey you! Are you oka-’ ‘shut up!’ you grunted through gritted teeth,

The sight of blood made you queasy to begin with, your hand placed down pressure upon a stab wound, the feeling of oozing liquid began to feel familiar at this point; if it didn’t drip on your pants or shoes then it left a small trail like breadcrumbs for birds to find. In this case, the thugs that did this to you. The scene was made worse by the blonde boy whose act of heroism kicked in at the wrong time. You weren’t some to ever want male help. Like a zombie, he slowly walked beside you, 

‘God dammit you stubborn bitch, can’t you just let me help you?’ he was agitated, nerves glistened as his knuckles cracked to relieve some of the pent up stress. 

Your eyes rolled, your body began to tense up. Perhaps it was the light headedness but you glared at him. You stopped and stared bounty at the pig headed boy. A strand of blonde hair fell from his tied back hair; you began to sway. 

Your hand didn’t look like yours, as if it was covered in nothing but paint when certain urges become unbearable and intrusive thoughts beat you so you stick your hand in a bucket of paint. 

‘F-fuck…’ you paused, as you felt your body become light as a feather, ‘off…’ 

Bang!

The banging headache was the first thing you felt, the next was your own face staring back at you. It hung in the picture, captured in the mirror in all its beauty. The smudge of tinted lip bum up the sight of your cheek, mascara clumps your eyelashes together and the last of your face placed against the pillow that did not even belong to  you. 

A patterned jacket laid upon your body, your fingers drew up your body following the curvature until it came to the wound. You let out a soft gasp, it was stitched up not by your own doing but by someone else's. 

‘Hey!’ Your eyes widened, they stung a bit, 

They were glassy from the hit, the small pin droplets of sunlight reflecting off the silver plate holding the filled plate and glass filled with juice. The silver tray was placed down upon the end of the bed, you glared at him. 

‘Fuck off.’ your voice shook, you were thankful you didn’t end up in a gutter yet you could only guess he helped you because of your looks, which happens one to many times. 

His hands flung up, before one dropped into his pocket. He rummaged out before he held it out. The blade hung in his hand, the handle out towards yourself as you snatched it from his grip seeing a soft smile etched on his face. 

He sat down. 

‘If that keeps you trusting me then so be it.’ He muttered etching the silver tray towards you, 

‘Some heroism,’ you grumbled through gritted teeth, 

‘Never seen a women take a knife to the stomach and still tell people to fuck off barely concious.’ he chuckled, 

You slowly ate what was given to you, the cooking wasn’t excellent but it was the thought that counted. You eased back into the pillows,  the back of your hand dragging upon your face gripping the small switchblade. 

‘I got jumped, that's it.’ 

‘Thought women’s only biker gangs just rode their bikes around, didn’t know they got in trouble like that.’ 

Your eyes darted towards him, his fingers wrapped around a small badge ripped from your jacket, you dropped your eyes back to the plate of food. A soft smile on your face, yet your eyes flickered when you felt the bed curve in his weight. 

‘That’s none of your business.’ 

His eyes rolled, and you slowly let the knife slip from your hands to the bedside table. 

‘What’s your name?’ he asked softly, 

‘Y/n L/n,’ 

You could hear a soft chuckle in his voice, ‘I have a feeling that we’re gonna be close friends, you and I.’ 

‘Sure-’ you sarcastically chuckled, you paused and stared at him, ‘I don’t even know your name.’ 

‘Just call me Draken,’

[unabashednightmarepizza]

Hello there lovelies, how are you? I need to say, school is really kicking my ass and I can barely find time to write but deciding that I have made you wait long, here is something I saw the blog I admire a lot @hina-hina do! I hope this doesn't bother, dear!

Whether I would be able to write, I don't know... But I will try to!