#ken ryuuguji comfort

[literally-noone83]

Breathe Easy

Draken x Fem!reader

Synopsis: Draken comes by your place at night only to find out you've been stuck in a household full of screaming and yelling.

A/n: Another short oneeee. Writing juice on low. But I hope you like this comfort fic. Also of you have any requests or ideas for fics please send them in, I'd happy to look at it. Might spark a new writing piece or if I like it enough, I'll write what you suggest :)) Ok enjoy! ALSO, can't reply to comments yet. But to the love given for my Loki fic THANK YOUUUU.

He saunters down dampened roads and over the faint, flickering spots of light from streetlights that buzzed softly. Slanted and with the lingering smell of rust and rain, it marked the neglect of these metropolitan roads. He breezes through the long alleyways and the small spaces between brick walls where every ounce of light is evaporated under the high moon. Only the rare silouhette passes by in his distance or the echoe of reving cars.

His hands rest comfortably in his pockets as he wandered through the blocks of apartments, and dingey homes sat on the outskirts of the city. He knew them like the back of his hand. Needn't stop once or look over his shoulder. He can hear the crisp air whistle in his ear and every mile away car. Even if he was to be attacked it wasn't an issue to Toman's vice-leader.

His nerves rest easy. All that's on his mind is getting to where he needed to be.

Nearing the apartment complexes that sit almost side by side, he made his way over to one of the windows just above the ground. Lined on the floor, there were the partial basement housings. His eyes glided over the dirtied cement, the way the barred widows glisten with droplets that run down its faces. Many of them had its curtains drawn. It was midnight after all. Everyone should be asleep but amidst the lot, his eyes flickered with familiarity at the one that was never fully drawn at this hour. A warm glow from a lamp he knew kissed the edges of the lower window as he drew near.

Naturally the end of his lip curve up softly at the sight. He stops at the foot of it before crouching down, beside your window into your room. He tilts his head to see you at your desk beside that small lamp as expected. However... his eyes peered over your slouched figure upon not textbooks upon textbooks but rather a comic. Strange, he thought.

Casually, he leans forward and knocks on your window. He watched your head snap towards him in somewhat of a shock. He noticed the way your eyes don't light up or the way you don't instantly smile. Instead, you're quick to move over to him and pull the window open before sitting back down.

"I thought you had patrol." You go back to the comic you left open. His smile has long disappeared.

"Finished... thought you'd be studying." He hums lowly. On cue a loud thud ricochet off the wall followed by barking voice of anger that overlapped one another.

Furrowed brows etch his complexion with worry as his eyes instantly dart over to your unflinching self. You continued to stare at your comic. With the way your eyes were distilled upon the animated drawings, he wondered how long you've been re-reading that same page.

"Couldn't think..." You finally murmur.

He let's out a silent sigh. "Should I-"

"They're fine... just angry as usual. And stupid."

His eyes danced over your expression carefully, but it doesn't move.

"Have they been at it all day?"

There's a momentary hesitation in your eyes and he watches shame wash over you like it's your fault. You hum softly not once looking at him.

Draken has seen that face before. Distant and quietly fuming, so unlike the unceasing smiles, bubbling and maniacle laughter, and that endless sarcasm that makes your eyes glimmer. At times, Draken truly wondered how two emotionally unstable and temperamental people could produce someone like you and let their shitty relationship weigh on their child this much.

Over the years knowing you, Draken never saw anything affect your mood as your parents' big blowout fights did. Draken never had parents, and despite growing up under the roof of a brothel that had its own varying imperfections, he could only imagine how hefty it was to be an only child isolated between walls that shook with the yells and screaming of parents love that's meant to warm them.

An unadulterated scream echoes, like a child throwing a tantrum before more barking follows; empty threats of money loss, divorce, cheating and who knows what more. The dull look in your eyes that stares blankly, he could see the hurt you never like showing. But he can see it.

His jaw ticks. He hated you being there alone. He quickly looks around, down both the empty wet streets.

"Hey." He said suddenly.

"You should go." You still don't look at him.

"Hey."

"They'll stop soon."

"I said hey."

"What?" You snap your head towards him, a hint of irritation.

Your gaze met his through the bars where he crouches. He taps on the metal.

"Let's go." It's not a question. It's a soft demand.

The crease between your brows smooths at the mere of idea of escaping. Your lips part, eyes unsure.

"I- draken I can't."

"You can. Come with me." He says again. "C'mon you've done it before."

You sigh at his persistence. "It's midnight."

"And this is a fucking shit hole." He deadpan. "Let's get out of here."

He coxed a brow at you in challenge as you looked at him sternly. Immediately his gaze softens into something assuring and pleading. "Cmon, Y/n... let them have it out. You don't have to listen to their shit."

You take a deep breath before shutting your comic and reaching into your draw for a key. You climb up and unlock the window gate. Draken stands back, swinging the gate open and reaching down to help you up through the window.

"God, they're gonna kill me." You grunt as you find your footing. Draken takes the key and shuts up your window and locks the gate.

"No they won't." He says it so self-assured. Not because he's sure you won't get caught sneaking out but because he'd never let anyone harm you, not even your damned parents.

"You're right, they'd come after you." You poke at him, a smile threatening your lips.

His ears perk up at the tingue of your familiar words. He straightens, looking down at you with a smirk.

"Good. Can't wait to actually meet them." His voice is unsuspecting, but his comment is playful. His dry sarcasm makes you roll your eyes and shake your head to hide the humoured grin that breaks out on your lips. You couldn't help yourself. If anything, everything in you chanted you shouldn't be smiling. Shouldn't even remotely feel like smiling after such a shitty day contained in a cage of torment. But with Draken, you let slip a rather quiet and sarcastic comment, and all of a sudden the end of your lips twitch, and you felt like laughing.

A satisfied smile blooms on his lips as he catches your small smile. There it was. That Sass. That impeccable humour that cracks at the smallest of things. That smile.

There's my girl, he thought.

He takes your hand, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Let's have fun, yea?"

You sober up and a genuine smile takes its place on your lips. Even in darkness, he could see the stars dance in your eyes. You held a softening gaze, and your shoulds deflated as if all stresses were slowly leaving you willingly and happily. With an expression that said through unspoken words he didn't need you to ever say aloud, 'I'm glad you're here.' That 'I feel safe with you.'

"To the park?" You asked, a twinge of childish hope in your voice.

That knowing look in his eyes said yes, and that was all you needed before you were tugging him forward then letting go in a spontaneous race to get there first.

At home you felt like you couldn't breathe. Those walls felt so close together. Outside knowing Draken was a few spaces behind or beside you, you could breathe. Puffing out white smokes of cold air from your lungs after running down the street, giggling and hushing one another in empty pathways and swinging on swings under the streetlight hazy glow.

With you, the dark alleyways and wet tar roads weren't so mundane. Cold rainy nights like that one, sauntering down cramped homes and dingey parks weren't so uninviting. Long nights didn't feel so long, and lonely walks didn't feel so lonely. With you, the moon wasn't the most beautiful sight in the night anymore...

Without having to say it or proclaim it, you both wordlessly save each other from your own endeavours. With one another, you could breathe easy. With one another, you were a little less alone. With one another, you felt safe and, most importantly, alive.

[s4no]

TOKREV: STONER HCS

+ feat: ken ryuuguji, keisuke baji, mitsuya takashi, hanma shuji, seishu inui, sanzu haruchiyo, wakasa imaushi & shinichiro sano

+ cw: fem!reader, drugs (weed + cigarettes), nsfw themes (ptv, cockwarming)

+ summary: ever wonder what they're like when they get high?

+ a/n: i am smoking a blunt while writing this so ignore the typos

ಇ  𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗥𝗬𝗨𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗝𝗜. after a long day of grueling work, draken likes to relax by smoking a blunt. he'll roll it after he's locked up his shop and walk into your apartment with it behind his ear, his forehead and fingers smudged with motor oil. it's become part of your routine to walk up to him as he places it between his lips and light it for him, watching him take a hit and blow the smoke out to the side. you two pass it back and forth while he cleans up in the bathroom, and then relocate to the living room once he's done, lounging on the couch while discussing your day. the more he smokes, the closer he gets, subconsciously closing the distance and gravitating toward you. he gets touchy when he's high, and you hum as calloused hands absentmindedly wander over the curves and valleys of your body, tracing abstract shapes into your skin. and when you run out of things to talk about, you sit two there in a comfortable silence, merely enjoying each other's presence.

ಇ  𝗞𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗞�� 𝗕𝗔𝗝𝗜. the first thing baji likes to do when he wakes up is smoke, especially if it's the weekend. you'll wake up to him packing the bong, bathed in golden light pouring in through the window. "mornin', kitten." he grins down at you, sharp canines poking past his bottom lip, "wake and bake?" the rips he takes from the bong are impressive, and when you try to copy him, you inevitably end up coughing and sputtering. he always snickers and takes the bong from of your hands, rubbing his palm over the center of your chest. "breathe, baby, breathe." by the time you manage to catch your breath, he's finished packing another bowl— one that he single-handedly smokes before finally getting out of bed. without fail, his stomach rumbles and he shoots you a sheepish look, "you want breakfast? i'll make pancakes." throwing the covers off you, you run after him to the kitchen, knowing he'll most likely start a fire if you aren't there to help.

ಇ  𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝗠𝗜𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗬𝗔. mitsuya mainly smokes in social settings. whenever someone offers him a joint at a party, he always accepts it with a gracious smile. surprisingly, a little weed makes him even more charismatic than usual, and he's able to entertain the whole room without even trying. but he walks a fine line because once he's true and properly stoned, he becomes more introverted and ends up clinging to you like a lost puppy. you'll be dancing in the middle of the floor and he'll walk up to you and just throw his arms around you. "you high, babe?" you giggle, leading him toward the couch. "mhm, feel really good." he hums, and the next thing you know, he's pulled you down onto the sofa and buried his head in your chest. "so comfy.." it doesn't matter that his antics attract the stares of other partygoers, he will cuddle you in front of everybody and he'll do it without a hint of shame.

ಇ  𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗝𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗠𝗔. hanma will swear up and down that nothing's better than a cigarette after sex. but sometimes, he takes it step beyond that— rolling a fat blunt and lighting it up while you two lay naked in bed. he's never embodied his tattoo more than he does when he blows the smoke out from his nose; he's the personification of sin and temptation with the blunt perched between his fingers. he offers it to you but when you go to take it from him, he lifts it up out of your reach. "you want a hit, doll?" there's a smirk on his face as he blows the smoke directly into your face, and it only grows when you start to pout. "open." you follow the simple command without hesitation and you're rewarded for it when he brings the blunt to your parted lips, holding it for you while you inhale. he doesn't miss the way your eyes turn glassy from the high. in fact, it makes him hard all over again and by the time he's putting out the roach on the ashtray, he's ready for round two.

ಇ  𝗦𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗨 𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗜. inui has a couple of guilty pleasures and one of them is smoking right before bed. he'll pick out an indica that's sure to help him sleep and pack his bowl full of it. you can visibly see the tension leech out of his body, his shoulders sagging lower with every hit he takes. most nights, he'll doze off after finishing it, but if he manages to stay awake long enough for you to join him in bed, he'll pull you close and wrap his arms around you. soft lips pepper kisses against the crook of your neck, and when you laugh and tell him it tickles, he tightens his hold on you and starts sucking a bruise into your skin. "this tickle too?" he murmurs, knowing damn well what he's doing. his hands slip beneath your shirt, squeezing your tits and playing with your nipples until they're poking through the fabric. then, he sheathes himself inside of you, making you warm his cock while he drifts off to sleep.

ಇ  𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗬𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗭𝗨. sanzu is all about optimizing his pleasure and one way he does this is by smoking while he fucks you. you'll be on your hands and knees, back bent into a pretty arch as he thrusts against your backside. his pace is steady but brutal, one hand gripping your hip while the other lifts the joint to his lips. "mm, fuck.." he groans, voice raspy (from the smoke or how tightly you're squeezing him, you're not sure). "that's it— haah, yeah, that's it, angel. take this fuckin' cock." if he's feeling generous, he'll lean over you and extend the joint out for you to take a hit, but oftentimes, you're being fucked too hard to even think about accepting the offer. if, on the off chance, you are able to take a hit or two, you severely start to struggle holding yourself up. but he takes it in stride, pushing you down so your stomach is flat against the bed, cheek pressed against the sheets. "there you go, just lay down and take it."

ಇ  𝗪𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗦𝗔 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜. not only is wakasa a stoner, but he's also a plug. he stays stocked up with flower, wax, and cartridges; and he has a revolving door of customers at his disposal with tokyo university located half an hour away. he smokes several times a day every day, and he's built up an insane tolerance as a result. when you come over to hang out, he'll easily face a blunt while giving you your own to hit as you please. "you tryna keep up with me, princess? don't overdo it." but really, he wouldn't mind if you did. you're so cute when you're high out of your mind, so pliant in his hands. his teasingly lips brush over yours, so lightly it can hardly be considered a kiss, before he shotguns the smoke into your awaiting mouth. though, if you truly do start to get too faded, he'll pluck the blunt right out of your hands and put it out. "aht," he chides, "that's enough. can't have you greenin' out on me, can i?"

ಇ  𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗢. shinichiro is a lightweight compared to his best friend, not because he doesn't have access to weed, but because he really only smokes it on special occasions. for his last birthday, wakasa brought over some wax and shinichiro could only blink when his friend pulled a blow torch out from his bag. after some convincing, he took several hits, but he nearly coughed up a lung in the process. that was the highest you've ever seen your boyfriend— too stoned to even keep his head from falling over against his shoulders. "you good, shin?" he nods slowly in response, eyelids drooping as if they're being weighed down by something heavy. he stayed on the couch for the rest of the day, asking you to make him something to eat every couple of hours. "shit.." he mutters to himself, "food really does taste better when you're high." you and wakasa got quite the kick out of his blissed out state.

[blueparadis]

MOMENT OF SPAR | KEN ( DRAKEN ) RYUUGUJI. cw-gn!reader,fluff, pov!draken, one-sided pinning, oblivious!reader. word count: 1k note : requested by @acidsbeats via ficforgaza initiative. | redirect to blog navigation |

The sun is busy kissing the sky making it blush shamelessly. The birds are perhaps returning to their nests. The street lights are alive one by one and then there is you who has not given up on the challenge to spar with Draken. 

You swing your hand against Draken’s face. No hit. You repeat the movement of your arm, again and again, Draken doges it gracefully. “So, are you gonna give up yet?” Draken’s voice is loud and even suggesting that he is not even a slight bit exhausted unlike you who is having a hard time forming an answer in between the panting and irregular intake of breathing patterns. 

“Why should I?” You gasp out taking a breather for a mere few seconds. “I mean, I haven’t won yet,” You are correct though which makes Draken think that you will never be able to defeat him; at least not like this. He tries to jog his memory and look for that particular memory where you decided to challenge him knowing full well the warped difference between you and him with regards to skills as well as strength. Was it days ago? Months perhaps? It can’t be a year. . . Draken can not seem to remember it right. 

“Listen, Redhead.” Draken is not even going for defense techniques while you are giving the whole range of offense that your body can offer. “How long this bet of yours last?” He does not need to execute any sort of defense tactics. 

Perhaps, he does not even consider you as a threat at all or take your challenge seriously. He should start getting serious because any day you could win; any day now.  Wait, are you even serious yourself?

Draken gets impatient with the way you keep throwing non-stop messy punches at him. He was stepping backward while dodging your attacks but all of a sudden his feet halted, getting a firm placement on the ground while one of his came out of his pocket to touch your head. He has practically stopped you. It is endlessly frustrating that what is like finding a needle in a haystack is nothing but a walk in the park for him. Why can’t you win? Not once?  Not ever? Not that you take these moments of spars seriously either. 

Relationship with him has always been like this ever since you met him. The veil of un-comfortability that comes with touching each other has been lifted long ago. It has been filled with moments like these: sparring with him that inevitably includes nothing but him dodging your attacks.

“Redhead, are you listening?”

“Yeah. What did you say?” Draken’s hand that rested on your head travels back to his designated place, that is, in his pocket, and a visible pout forms on your face. Draken can not ignore that yet at the same time he can not go on sparring with you anymore. Come to think of it, you have a lot of tenacity for someone who gets easily defeated. But for now, for today the sparring session has to stop. He has to go home and believe it or not he is punctual.

“I said, let's call it a day.”

Draken knows it is useless to propose this trail of thought but still, he can not help but try. He will keep saying until your mind gets tired, muscles too exhausted to keep up anymore and then he can carry you in piggyback to drop you at your doorstep. This is the only part that he looks forward to the most and for which he goes through all the hurdles you put him through without ever raising his voice or getting annoyed with you. 

Maybe he could have let you win once, make it seem like you won and finally stop this stupid bet all for once but Nah! That is not going to be an option because you will be able to tell upon his tricks. You might not be as good as him at fighting but you can definitely know the way to separate water from milk, well sometimes when the adrenalin rush is at its peak.

“No. One more round,” you whine punching him lightly in the stomach. He bends in response to your touch releasing a grunt. It is not even misleading. Your arm retorts and you bonk his head lightly saying restlessly, “Don’t mock me, Draken.” Your hand slowly recoils back towards your body but Draken catches your hand. 

He isn’t though. His head is still tipped down. Perhaps you do not realize but he is still holding on to your hand. There is a surge of warm flush of emotions all over his face spreading up to his nape, creating goosebumps. He knows if he straightens up his spine, he will have to let go of your hand. Can’t he get any more closer than? Or maybe hold on to your hand a little longer?

“What’s up with you today?” You ask being wary of the fact that he is still jocking down, holding on to your hand ever so tightly. Did you hurt him?

“I’m hungry,” Draken exclaims looking up towards you. Your eyes go wide for a second seeing his face. He is okay. He is doing just fine. A wave of relief washes over your worn-out muscles as the fact sinks into you. At first, you snort then a laugh emerges from you. It swells so much that your free hand wraps around your stomach as he watches you smiling like a sun with your auburn hair floating in the air under the influence of the warm gusts of wind.

Ceasing your laughter for a moment you manage to divulge the reason of your laughter.  “You look like a freshly picked ripe tomato Draken. Did the summer heat finally get you?” Draken’s breath catches in his throat drowning in embarrassment. Swatting your hand away he ruffles your hair trying to hide his emotions even though you will probably not be aware about it under any circumstance.

“Oh my god. Stop it.” you protest running away from his grip.

“Well, in that case. I can call you red-head and you can call me tomako-kun.”

You snort again but this time you fold your lips so as not to laugh again. Your tummy still hurts. 

You have the same hair color as the setting sun while Draken’s face is now a dawning sun as both of you walk towards the exit of the park.

[phantasmiafxndom]

Tokyo Revengers: Hybrid Au Info [03]

Next up are the reptiles! There are four of them in this post, and lskjsh the reptile species are always fun. Lots of mean things I can inflict on them. XD

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6]

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Ryuuguji Ken — Bearded Dragon

Physical

Long, somewhat stiff, scaly tail that curls up when he’s excited. It’s an easy “tell” for certain emotions. 

Patches of scales all over his body, most notable around the tailbone/groin area and lower back, around where his tail starts, with more scattered ones almost everywhere else. These patches naturally shed from time to time, which is a highly uncomfortable process. 

Spines along his chin and throat; they normally lay smooth and aren’t too noticeable, but they’ll flare out when he’s startled or agitated. 

Hemipenes hidden in a small, horizontal slit on the pelvic area. They’re normally contained, but emerge in response to arousal— or sometimes when he’s just warm and comfortable. 

Behavioral

Drawn to heat sources— not only are they extremely comfortable, a lack of warmth wrecks his ability to function. He’ll end up dull, slow, and miserable if he doesn’t maintain a decent body temperature, and he can’t do that well without an external heat source. 

Can be somewhat territorial, especially around other male hybrids. The closer to his species they are, the worse the behavior gets.

The process of shedding scales is absolutely miserable. He’ll be uncomfortable and agitated for a few days surrounding the shed... and would appreciate help more than he wants to admit.

Slight burrowing instinct. When he’s too cold or feeling unwell, the urge to bundle up somewhere small and enclosed gets stronger.

. . .

Mitsuya Takashi — Reticulated Python

Physical

Snake tail in addition to human legs. Tail length is the same as his full height, but starting from the tailbone. The scales on it are dark-colored and patterned in complex shapes and layers of color. 

Scales starting from around the tailbone/groin region. More scales are on his back (especially the lower back) and stomach, slowly fading into patches as they creep up. There are patches on his upper body and face/neck as well, but they’re smaller and more dispersed. 

The scales along the anterior body side, joints, and inner legs/arms are lighter and softer, while the rest are varying darker hues. 

Slightly forked tongue and sharp teeth, with notable, fang-like canines. Fangs lack venom. 

Behavioral

Needs a lot of heat to stay functional. As a tropical species hybrid, he’s made for hot weather and will suffer in anything else. Gets disoriented, sluggish, and weak when exposed to cold for too long. 

Attracted to heat sources... like warm-blooded humans. He doesn’t get physical contact often, but those rare times are greatly appreciated.

His scales shed from time to time, and those times are utter misery. Lacking proper heat and humidity, the sheds are a slow, painful process that leaves him uncomfortable and agitated for days. Expects the sheds to be nothing but awful, by now.

Has a habit of his tail curling around anything within reach. The grip is tighter when he’s nervous, and more “clingy” when he’s relaxed.

. . .

Haitani Ran — Black Mamba

Physical

Snake tail, starting from his tailbone, in addition to human legs. The tail is longer than his full height and fairly slender. The scales on it are dark, gunmetal gray with a purplish sheen. 

There are patches of scales all over his body, larger and more prominent the closer they are to where his tail starts. They go all the way to his face and lower limbs, but those patches are smaller and more dispersed.

Most of his scales are the same dark, purplish gray as the upper side of his tail, but the ones on his stomach and throat are paler and softer. 

The inside of his mouth is black, and he has a slightly forked tongue and notable fangs. Produces venom. 

Behavioral

While he seems relaxed, any perceived threat quickly provokes a violent reaction. Humans have treated him like he’s a permanent threat, and the constant rough handling has made his instinctive skittishness much, much worse. 

Because of his venom, he’s usually kept muzzled to prevent bites— he’s done it before, with unpleasant results.

Needs a lot of heat to be comfortable and functional, and is very much not getting that. Perpetually feeling chilled, lethargic, and vulnerable doesn’t help his aggression issues. 

He can pretend to be friendly, but it doesn’t last long. He and his brother are horribly unused to anyone but each other.

. . .

Haitani Rindou — Black Mamba

Physical

Snake tail, starting from his tailbone, in addition to human legs. The tail is longer than his full height and fairly slender. The scales on it are dark, gunmetal gray with a purplish sheen. 

There are patches of scales all over his body, larger and more prominent the closer they are to where his tail starts. They go all the way to his face and lower limbs, but those patches are smaller and more dispersed. His scales are rougher than his brother’s. 

Most of his scales are the same dark, purplish gray as the upper side of his tail, but the ones on his underside are thin and pale. 

The inside of his mouth is black, and he has a forked tongue and large, notable fangs. Produces venom. 

Behavioral

Severe aggression issues, stemming from a naturally high-strung personality and poor handling. He’s used to interactions with humans only being painful and cruel, so now, he strikes back. Has to be muzzled to prevent bites.

A superiority complex and plenty of arrogance cover up constant tension and a lot of suppressed fear— especially of humans. 

Needs a lot of heat to be comfortable and functional, and is very much not getting that. The constant discomfort makes his aggression worse, as a means of compensating for how weak and disoriented he feels.

Completely unsocialized. He can’t safely be around anyone but his brother, and is much more afraid of strangers than he lets on.

[bubble-dream-inc]

TOO SLOW!

tokyo revengers street racing AU hcs + what cars they drive

⤷ feat. Draken, Baji, Souya, Nahoya, Koko, Ran and Sanzu

a/n: this is extremely specific and self indulgent bc i have 0 car enthusiast friends so i'm forcing y'all to listen to my ramblings thanks

KEN RYUUGUJI → Nissan Skyline GTR R32 

☆ I can picture Draken with any modded up Sedan with a wide body kit tbh, in fact, his car is the most modified of them all, both in performance and cosmetics, since he does own an automotive shop.

☆So he spends his free time tinkering on his envied dark pink Skyline, and he’s arguably one of the most skilled drivers out there, even if not the most competitive one.

KEISUKE BAJI → Mazda RX-7 

☆ Baji is a menace, and his car reflects that perfectly. His black and red Mazda makes the other racers quake in fear just by looking at it and knowing the amount of raw skill its driver has, but, while Baji does enjoy a good ol’ fashioned sprint race, it would be a shame to have such a classic car and not master the art of drifting, so that’s exactly what he did.

☆You can find him in the most dangerous corners, the loud exhaust and the sound of the screeching tires being heard from miles away. A bit of a hoonigan.

SOUYA KAWATA → Subaru Legacy GT Spec B

☆Angry doesn’t really care that much for competition, he’s more of a casual racer/cruiser, that’s why he has a more casual - and less modded - car.

☆His blue Subaru might not look that intimidating or fast, but he makes up for it with skill, deceiving any rival who decides to underestimate him. His car is the textbook definition of a sleeper.

NAHOYA KAWATA → Toyota Supra A80

☆Like his younger brother, Smiley is never at an event that much for the race itself - that’s just an afterthought -, no, he’s much more focused on showing off his tuned Supra whose looks can make any head turn.

☆Sure, he loves winning, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the attention of the crowd fawning over his red, neon-and-audio-system-in-the-trunk clad car, especially once he revs up to show off his extremely loud exhaust and backfire.

HAJIME KOKONOI → Stock Rimac Nevera

☆Listen, Koko doesn’t actually give a shit about cars, he just likes to win, hence why he’d rather fork out an ungodly amount of money to import a supercar instead of modding a normal one.

☆That’s also why he prefers drag racing, since he knows he has no skill, winning them shouldn’t be a problem against more skilled drivers as long as he has the most horsepower - and money - in the room.

RAN HAITANI → Lotus Exige Cup 430

☆Ran values luxury and elegance more than anything, so it makes sense he would have one of the most well known Lotus models. Sure, it might not be your usual street racing car, but, at the starting line, it’s always the sleekest, and its sheer power makes everyone look his way and whisper about it once he arrives in any race.

☆ Granted, much like Smiley, he would rather stay on the sidelines feeding off the attention he gets off onlookers gushing about his expensive vehicle.

HARUCHIYO SANZU → Mitsubishi Lancer Evo I

☆When it comes to driving aggressively, Sanzu is worse than Baji. He doesn’t mind playing dirty to win, and will ram into any car that dares stand too close for comfort at the track, even if it’s at the expense of his own car.

☆He just really loves the adrenaline rush of crashing his opponents and seeing the fear in their eyes first hand once they spot his baby pink Lancer at the starting line.

tags: @mikeys-bike-slut

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ִ ࣪𖤐i am comfortable writing fluff, angst, smut, and dark content. however, there are several topics i will not write:    

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࣪𖤐 Tokyo Revengers - Ken Ryuuguji, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Wakasa Imaushi, Keisuke Baji, Shinichiro Sano, Seishu Inuii, Kakucho Hitto, Haruchiyo Sanzu, Takashi Mitsuya

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[softxsuki]

Hi, this is kind of an urgent request and it’s totally okay if you choose not to take it since I know you have many requests to get to. Could I maybe request draken with a reader who has been clean from self harm for a while but relapses? I’ve been struggling and I feel draken would be really good with that kind of thing. Again it’s totally okay if you don’t feel comfortable writing this! Thank you and I hope you have a wonderful day/night!

Draken With Reader Who Relapses From Self-Harm

Pairing: Draken x Gn!Reader

Warnings: MENTIONS OF BLOOD, MENTIONS OF SELF HARM, DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS OF CUTTING, mentions of razors, crying, sad thoughts, please do NOT read if these things will trigger you or make you feel bad, please

Genre: Angst, Comfort

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: In which you relapse and self-harm again one day while Draken is out and he returns right as you're doing it and comforts you afterwards. (Gosh, my summaries are horrible. SEND HELP JFNEKAF)

[A/N: Hey! A big welcome to you to my blog. Glad ya found me! I hope you’re doing okay with everything, always know that my DM's or asks are open (if you'd prefer to stay anonymous while talking about anything personal) if you ever need to talk or get something off your chest. MMMMM big warning, this is my first time writing for Draken :3 so feel free (anyone) to comment some ways I can improve. It's also been a while (like a month) since I last wrote, so apologies if this isn't that great. I tried to my best without having it turn out too much like similar requests I've gotten for other fandoms regarding this topic. ANyway, I hope this helps you in some way or provides you with some comfort. I love youuuuuu <3 ]

You sigh dramatically to yourself as you lie alone in your shared bedroom with your boyfriend. Draken was out on gang business currently; he had meant to spend the day with you, but there was an emergency and they called him into the office urgently. He had apologized to you that morning, leaving multiple kisses to your face before running out in a rush. leaving you once again…alone.

Alone with your dark thoughts that had returned after finally getting over them for a long while now, but for some reason you found yourself right back in the lonely dark tunnel, trying to run towards the faint light at the end of the tunnel, but no matter how fast you ran towards it, it never came close.

You rise from the bed after hours of just lying in it, having been completely still since Draken left that morning. You were practically shaking with the desire to cut yourself again, as if your skin deserved to be tattered away like you did so long ago.

Just once more. Just to feel better, and I won’t do it again, you think to yourself, but deep down you know once you do it again, it’ll be hard to go so long without doing it repeatedly afterwards when the desire strikes you. You’d just have to keep it a secret from your lover. The last thing you wanted to do was disappoint Draken or hurt him again. You remember how hurt he looked when he found out long ago that you used to self-harm. You couldn’t bear to see that look on his face again after he saw all your old scars. 

The bathroom is dark as you stand in the doorway, a reflection of how you feel inside in that moment, you shuffle into the dark room, not even bothering to turn on a light. A bit of sunlight behind the blinds was creeping in, but it wasn’t enough to light up the whole room, it was just enough so you could see what you were doing.

Your hands tremble as they reach for Drakens extra razor heads he used to replace his razor when the blade was too dull and you pick out one of the blades, positioning it along your skin where the rest of your old scars are, ready to create a few fresh wounds to your skin. Your heartbeat thumps loudly  in your ears, you didn’t even hear the front door open as Draken announced he was back home. You didn’t hear his footsteps approach down the hall towards the bathroom so he could shower his day away from his body. You didn’t even realize that you forgot to lock the door, and with the lights off, anyone would think that no one was in the bathroom.

Tears fall from your eyes as you make the first cut, then a second one, but as you’re about to make a third, Draken opens the door and sees your silhouette standing there.

“Oh you were in here? Why are the lights off?” he asks as he promptly flickers the lights on.

You don’t even have enough time to hide your arms or clean up the blood from the sink or hide your razor before the evidence is displayed before Draken’s eyes. He takes in a sharp breath at the scene before him, eyes bulging at the sight of blood coming from your arm and dripping into the sink along with the razor still held in one of your hands, as you stand frozen in shock before him.

“I-I can explain,” you stumble to say, finally dropping the blade and backing up against the wall with your arm behind your back, but he doesn’t say anything. 

Shock is still clearly written on his face, but he remains calm and slowly walks towards you, gently grabbing your arm without a word. He turns the sink on, clearing up the bloody mess before cautiously cleaning your arm of any of the blood on it. He wraps your arm in a towel, not caring that it’ll get bloody and stained afterwards, he just needs to tend to your wounds immediately.

Now, of course Draken has seen a lot of blood throughout the years of being in a gang, but seeing your blood was a completely different story; though he looked cool and collected on the outside, internally, he was screaming. Angry, not at you, but at himself for not being there sooner to stop you or not noticing your emotions that led up to you taking those actions.

He leads you back to your shared room and sits you down on the edge of the bed.

“Stay,” he orders, and walks back out of the room, leaving you alone again with your thoughts racing.

Is he mad? Is he going to yell at me? What if he breaks up with me?

You were PANICKING. Never once had Draken raised his voice at you or gone off at your whenever something at work upset him, he was always sweet to you, always–so why would this be any different?

You jump a little as you see him walk back into the room towards you, some ointment and bandage wrap in his hands. He sits silently on the floor in front of you, once again holding your arm in his hands, he removes the towel which is now stained with your blood. He wordlessly dabs some ointment on the cuts and wraps them up for you, returning your arm to your side once he finishes, but he makes no attempt to move off the floor from in front of you. He looks deep in thought with his brows creased as he seems to be glaring at your arm.

“Ken…” you hesitate to say, “Please say something.”

He nods his head in acknowledgment, but remains silent for a few more seconds before finally speaking.

“Why? Why did you do this to yourself again? Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t I notice?”

He was distraught at the thought of you hurting yourself again while being with him. How could he help? He was terrified by the idea of losing you after all the people he’s already lost in his life.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, reaching out to caress his face and have him look at you, but his eyes are already on yours, “I didn’t know what else to do, and I didn’t want to bother you with my annoying thoughts and feelings…”

“Annoying? Y/N, I’m your partner, your lover. We’re meant to share these things with each other. I want to be there for you, I need to be there for you. I can’t lose you, I just can’t,” his eyes were glossy as he spoke, but you knew he’d never let any tears fall out of them.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t want to hurt you like this,” you panic, holding his face in your hands, but he smiles in return, reaching a hand up to caress your hands that are holding him.

“Stop apologizing, you dummy, I’m not mad at you. I’m just sad that I didn’t realize sooner. It’s not your fault. Never apologize for your emotions, but please talk to me about things before taking matters into your own hands again like this. I want to help and be there for you at your best and worst times.”

You nod your head in agreement. You’d love to express yourself to him if you could, even if it would be difficult to do at first, “Okay, I’ll try.”

“Good,” he smiles slightly while getting back to his feet and taking a seat by your side, “Are you okay with telling me why you suddenly decided to do this to yourself again? I know you used to harm yourself in the past, but why now, after so long?”

He curiously awaited your answer and you took your time to explain your thoughts to him. Crying a few times as you explained and he held your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze every now and then to urge you to continue and he listened patiently to you the whole time. Nodding his head in understanding and holding you in his arms when you finished.

“Don’t feel guilty for relapsing after so long of being clean from self-harm, it happens. I know you wish it didn’t happen now, but it did and all we can do from here is move forward and start up your new streak of staying clean! I know you can do it and this time I’ll pay extra close attention to your feelings. You’ll never be alone with your emotions again. I promise I’ll always be here for you, so please talk anything out with me. You’re my number one priority, not the gang.”

That made you feel good–knowing how much he cared for you and how willing he was to stay by your side despite everything. It was a relief to know that he was there for you; with you.

“Thank you Ken, for everything. I really needed that talk.”

“Of course. I love you so much, and I’ll make sure you know that everyday from now on.”

“I love you too.”

You were on the road to starting off fresh to beat your number of days clean from self-harm, and you knew with Drakens help, you could beat your previous numbers and stay clean for a long long time. Hopefully, never relapsing again, but even if you did, Draken would be there to guide you back onto your feet so you could try again until you finally succeeded.

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Posted: 7/5/2022

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𝓓𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓸 - Draken x gn!reader

Genres: hurt-comfort, angst to fluff

Warnings: swearing, mild violence, mention of blood

Word Count: 2,358

Summary: You don’t like your boyfriend Draken being a part of a gang and that is why you both argue a lot. One night, in the middle of a heated argument, Draken impulsively attempts to hit you but ends up punching the wall; he apologizes immediately. However you leave the house but come back the next day to sort things out..

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"Who was that?" Ken asked sternly, standing in front of the door of the apartment you both shared, a grim look cast over his face, as you got in bluntly and closed the door behind you. It was 12:47 am. You hadn't informed him where you were going or with whom. Fuck that, you hadn't even answered his calls or responded to his messages the entire day. "I asked you something." He looked you dead in the eyes. You simply walked past him- at least tried to. "Who the fuck was that, y/n?!" he yelled, grabbing your wrist from behind, making you stop. His grip was steel after all. "Don't raise your damn voice on me Ken!" you spat- ironically, raising your own- as you struggled to free yourself. He shut his eyes in an attempt to calm himself. "Tell me who the fuck that was y/n." He hadn't yelled, but spoken rather calmly and yet, it was evident that he was dead pissed. "Who?" You asked innocently, turning around to face him finally. He could barely control his anger at this point. You knew exactly who he was talking about- the man whose car you had just gotten out of before entering the apartment. He must've noticed it from the window, but you decided to play dumb to his question. "Drop the act." "Whosoever that was why the fuck do you care?!" You could see the nerve on his temple pop as you both continued to stare at each other for a while. He didn't have anything to say to what you'd just yelled. His grip loosened and after what seemed like an eternity of a stare game, he let go of your hand. You swivelled dramatically and walked off into your bedroom, leaving him alone at the entrance as you slammed the door loudly- a display of your rage. You never really liked Ken being a part of a gang. You loved him, but not his delinquent side and he knew that. Naturally, you would constantly tell him to quit Toman while he simply got annoyed, resulting in quarrels. And all of what just happened was a consequence. A consequence of your boyfriend, Draken, not giving you enough time. A consequence of him prioritizing his gang over you, of you feeling unwanted, of all the arguments that happened between you both and a consequence of what had happened last night. It was something that should've never happened. You hated it. You hated him. If not for the fact that your phone buzzed on vibrate with his name a billion times since you left, you wouldn't even have thought of showing up at the apartment. Because who knows what he'd do to f/n, if he came to know I was at his place- was all that went through your mind when you decided to return. Also, another reason was that you still loved him. "Y/n?" You heard a knock at your room's door. It was silent for a while before he spoke again. "Y/n I.. I'm sorry for yelling at you just now.. I shouldn't have done that." ... ... "I was so damn worried y/n.. I didn't know where the fuck you went.. I was so scared you might do something stupid or hurt yourself.. What if you got into trouble?" You said nothing. You didn't want to speak to him. I don't need his concern. ... "I- I want to apologize to you y/n.. I want to make up for what I did. Look, I'm really sorry.. I- I know what I did yesterday is just.. Just.. Unforgivable, but please.. Hear me out baby, please". He sounded desperate. Like he was hurting on the inside. You didn't understand if he was guilty or jealous or frustrated- there was a mix of just so many emotions in his voice. But the way his voice cracked when he said that last sentence.. The way he was pausing so much.. Is he.. Crying? "There were so many questions on my mind y/n.. Since the moment you left.. Only to see you get out of another man's car.. I thought you left me for good" -Last night- There was a knock on your door. It wasn't very late or anything, a little beyond 9 pm. Ken hadn't come home in the past two days and you barely just hoped it was him. Dating a gangster came with its own set of dangers and on top of that, you were home alone. Does he not understand? What if its not him? Dudes from a rival gang? Is he even alright? Could he be in

some trouble? Shoving aside the plethora of negative thoughts haunting your mind, you went to open the door. You saw through the peephole- its him! "Ken where.. we..re you.." you trailed off as soon as you saw how bruised and bloody he was. "Shit. How the fuck did this-!? You been fighting since two days-!?" You were panicking bad, you didn't know what to do. You rushed to get some bandages- but were stopped by his hands pulling you towards him, as he rested his head on your shoulder and your arms instinctively embraced his muscular body. "I'm tired y/n" "But Ken all this bloo-" "Don't worry its not mine", he chuckled, "I'm completely fine." Thank God. "But the bruises-" "Its nothing.. Jus' some scratches" "Y'all got into a fight again?" You asked softly- not convinced and after a bit of silence- so as not to make him change the position he was in. You liked how he was leaning on you. Made you feel like you could provide him comfort. "Mmh.. Yeah.. Sorta.." "Is that why you were out since the day before yesterday?" "Yeah- sorry abou-" "I've told you so many times to stop doing this-" "Please y/n. Not again. At least not when I've just stepped into the house." He didn't let you complete; his tone reeking of annoyance, although yours was soft, full of concern. That was the one thing he didn't like you bringing up. You loved him, but really didn't like him being in the gang and this was precisely why you had been arguing since some days now. "But it hurts to see you like this-" "But i told you its not my blood!" he spat hurriedly, raising his voice, his fist clenched at his side while his forehead was still rested on the edge of your shoulder. You gently pushed at his chest and stepped back, putting some distance between you two. "Ken? You know full well that whatever is happening between us, the one responsible for it, is that gang of yours, right?" "Shut up" "Don't give me that 'shut up' Ken", you shouted. "You're barely giving this relationship time and its all because of Toman." "Shut up, y/n." He hissed loudly, stepping forward, the anger on his face now solidly evident, while you moved back, the wall almost behind you. "Me shutting up isn't going to change the truth." You raised your voice louder. He absolutely despised you blaming his friends more than anything, but what or who else were you to even blame- for the decline in your relationship, or your boyfriend's delinquency- if not his current group of friends? "You need to get a life, some new friends and quit Toma-" "Enough I told you to shut the fuck up-" you felt your back slam against the wall as he rammed his fist into the wall, punching it with a loud thud, right beside your face as you turned your head to the other side instinctively in an attempt to defend yourself, hand covering your face while the other rested on your chest. You took a while to process what had just happened as tears welled in your eyes. Ken did what? You stood silently in absolute disbelief with your eyes wide open, before turning to look at the wall he'd punched- it had formed a not-so-mild radial crack with some paint chipping off, while blood dripped from his knuckles. If he had actually ended up punching your face with that much force, it'd have definitely dislocated your jaw, to say the least. You were horrified. In that moment you were so scared of him. How could he even think of trying that? A stream of tears ran down your cheek. You couldn't even bring yourself to look at him. "I'm.. sorry.." You heard him say, it was almost a murmur. He let go of you and put his hand back to his side, his blood dripping on the floor as he stepped away from you. "I'm sorry y/n.. I- I didn't actually mean to hit you.. I shouldn't have done that.." You didn't look at him. He sounded sad saying it. He probably really was regretting it. But did it even matter anymore? You stood there silently. You didn't want to speak. At least not with a man who didn't think twice before trying to punch his girlfriend in a fit of rage. But every second that you remained silent gave Draken anxiety. "I'm sorry y/n.. Please say something.." He leaned forward bringing up his hand to hold your arm. You flinched and slapped his hand away, "Don't touch me!"

Draken was absolutely despising his own self, seeing you react this way to his touch. "This.. Is our home.. Not your battleground." You said between hushed cries, "And I am.. Your girlfriend Ken, not your enemy.." Tears were now forming into his eyes. "Y/n.. I.. I swear I won't do-" "No I.. I won't say something like that.. Again", he just looked at you with guilty eyes, "But that.. Will not change the fact that I don't like it.." "No matter what you say I shouldn't have-" "So if you want to hit me Ken, go ahead and do it-" "No y/n please I can never-" You started walking towards the door. Realizing what you were doing, he grabbed your hand in an attempt to stop you, "Y/n where are you going?" He panicked. "Let go of me Ken, please", you cried. "Please, please stop y/n.. Its too late in the night-" "Let me fucking go Ken!" You were sad and angry, but more importantly, you couldn't stand being in the same room as him, so you left the house, in the middle of the night. He begged you to stop, and clearly, you didn't listen. He didn't want to force you to stay with him, especially after what he did, so he didn't follow after you; he understood you needed your space. After you left, he broke down and cried. The rest, was what followed. -Present day- He knocked on the bedroom door again. It had been a little more than half an hour since you had shut yourself in, and he had been apologizing all this while. But at least, this was better than you disappearing off to somewhere he didn't know, or so he felt. "Y/n I know I've disrespected you.. And after doing what I did.. I don't feel man enough." He was certainly crying, and you were too. "But please give me a chance.. I want to apologize and I swear I won't hurt you again, y/n.. Please-" The door opened- you opened it, finally. He was hurting and so were you. You couldn't do this to him anymore. Sure, it was his fault, but Draken would never fake his feelings. Your Ken could never hurt you and not feel bad for doing so. He loved you and you loved him too. You saw Ken sitting on the floor- not wearing a shirt- his back leaning against the wall right outside the door, with his arms resting on his knees. From the look on his face and the puffy eyes, you could tell he had been crying. He looked up to see you as you walked towards him, a semi-crooked smile forming on his lips. You crouched down in front of him, sitting on your toes. His hair was now loose, tucked behind his ear on the side he had his tattoo, but it was braided when you first came home, or so you remembered. The look on your face was now softer than when you came home. You wanted to speak to him, to say something, but you didn't know what, so you decided to stay silent, your gaze darting everywhere except meeting his. You ended up bursting into tears. You didn't want to, but you did. "I'm sorry y/n.. You don't deserve to cry." He didn't touch you. You wanted him to. You were done with the fighting now, wanting things to return to as they were. You leaned closer to him, rubbing your eyes, finally resting your head on his chest. He sniffed, then a chuckle followed, his voice hoarse. "What is my sweetheart crying for-" He placed his hand on the back of your head, initially hesitant, then pulled you in an embrace when you didn't reject his touch. As soon as he did that, you cried all the more, melting into the comfort of his warm touch. "Wanna go out and get some ice cream?" He suggested brushing the hair out of your face, after you had finally calmed down, after God knows how long of crying. You nodded. "Why aren't you wearing a shirt though?" You asked, voice still slightly hoarse. "Yeah, its to seduce you" "You thought you could show off your abs and I'd forgive you?" You slapped his chest, chuckling, "Shut uuup~ asshole", he giggled. 。。。。。。。。。 "Oh by the way, I stayed over at

f/n's place" "I kinda thought so.." "You're not mad?" "Why would I be, he's your childhood friend-" he paused, "Uhmm, not gonna lie I was pretty jealous that another man could comfort you when I hurt you.. But knowing it was f/n puts me at ease" "Hehe, I love you, Ken" "I love you more sweetie, and I'm extremely sorry.." On the way to the convenience store, you both talked everything out, apologized to each other and spent the rest of the night cuddling. ♡

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A/N: Hey lovelies, I hope ya’ll enjoyed reading. This was soo fun to write! Anyways requests are closed for now and I’ll be doing pending requests in a while- sorry if I’m too slow.

Anyways, bye for now ily xoxo

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[rintoki]

DRAKEN EATING BOY PUSSY PLEASE😭 my trans heart is BEGGING

AJDNS GNG

HGNNGHN draken would be such a good boy fr, would never hesitate to get on his knees for you, tell him to stick out his tongue and he’d do so immediately, waiting patiently for your next command. his own cock would twitch to life in his pants just watching you strip, throwing aside your clothes and your bare cunt right in front of him.

“good puppy,” you coo, hooking a leg over his broad shoulder, your pussy just almost touching his tongue. “now eat.” and not even wasting a second, he latch onto your clit first, giving a few hard sucks before moving lower to lap at you entrance. his tongue is so damn big, feels so fucking good when he pushes in as deep as he can, massaging your walls and tongue fucking you. just hearing your groans from above him has his cock leaking. craning his neck just to bury his face deeper, licking and sucking, he wanted every drop of your pussy juice. nothing feels better to him than knowing he can make i feel this good with just his mouth, wanted to feel you cum on his tongue so badly.

pull his hair and he’ll moan, sending vibrations right up your cunt fkgngnyjfn he knows your body so well, the moment your hips get rougher, your grip on his hair tightening, draken knows to just stick his tongue as far out as possible, letting you rut and grind your pussy against his face, riding his tongue to your hearts content while his nose bumps your clit until your hips stutter, pussy walls clenching around him while u let out shuddering breaths. fuck your baby’s mouth was just so good, making u see stars with just his tongue.

[blackpeachy]

Something for the heart and soul-

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lunch was thankfully more casual and lighthearted than you’d expected—you picked up early on that this office environment was pretty informal and easy, at least compared to the jobs you’d worked at before. hina was sweet and seemed to genuinely care about you, and emma seemed like she was on the fast track to becoming your office best friend—you could tell that you would get along just fine with her.

ken, though—ken seemed atypically quiet during the lunch, only politely chuckling or speaking when necessary, yet he continued to shoot you curious glances across the table. his gaze sparked a similar curiosity within you, but it was all you could do just to continue eating your food and keep up with the conversation.

“thanks for coming out to lunch with us today, y/n,” hina said, rising from her seat after paying for the meal. “emma and i have to run early for a meeting, but you and ken can take your time returning to the office! there’s still some time left.”

emma shot you an apologetic smile—she’s so cute, you thought fondly—before linking arms with hina. “see you later!” she said, and the two were off.

you stood awkwardly, suddenly realizing that just you and ken were left. he seemed out of place, too, his tall height completely towering over yours.

“hmm,” he cleared his throat, shifting his blazer to his other arm. “should we get some coffee before heading up? my treat.”

“ah, sure,” you responded, mind racing. you followed him out the door and to the office starbucks, feeling strangely self-conscious about standing next to him. suddenly, so many insecure thoughts started to flood your mind—do i smell weird? does my hair look greasy? what the fuck does the top of my head look like?

ken seemed to also be avoiding eye contact—and conversation in general—until it came your time to order, and he waited for you to tell the cashier what you wanted.

“i’ll have an iced americano, please,” you said, wondering briefly if ken was the type to judge you for your choice of coffee.

but he said nothing, simply handing his card over the employee as you stepped over to the waiting area.

“how are you getting adjusted so far?” he asked, his rich voice never failing to surprise you.

“pretty good, i think,” you said, eyes flickering up to meet his momentarily. he stood behind you and to the side, but given that you were right by the pick up bar, his body was big enough to make you feel caged in without even doing anything.

“i’m glad to hear that,” he smiled softly, then looked away as your names were called for your drinks. without moving from his spot behind you, he merely reached out for your drink and handed it to you, reaching for his next.

“thanks,” you said, your fingers brushing gently against his as you took the drink.

he kept up some light small talk between the two of you as you headed back to the office, and you couldn’t help but notice the faintest trace of what seemed to be a scalp tattoo hidden under his hair, the edges of the tattoo only visible because of his undercut.

ken didn’t initially seem like the type to have a tattoo… though now, you felt that it fit him.

“do you have time in about an hour?” he asked, once you’d arrived to your cubicle. “i wanna discuss some of the projects i think you should be involved in.”

“yeah, of course—should i send a cal invite?”

“no, no don’t worry about that—i’ll just drop by your desk and we can talk.”

“sure! yeah, sounds good,” you replied, butterflies stirring in your stomach now that you realized that you finally needed to actually do some work. the hr stuff earlier let you put your mind and rest, but now you really needed to put some effort in.

he smiled, patting you on the shoulder as he walked away. the clean scent of his cologne lingered in the air even as he left, and you found yourself feeling strangely… lonely.

the hour passed quickly, mostly because you spent most of it studying any introductory emails hina and other members of your team had sent your way, just so that you could prepare for this conversation with ken. emma had dropped by briefly to gift you a cute little planner for you to take notes on, so you supposed that you would use that during your meeting.

“hey, is now still a good time?” ken asked, appearing suddenly behind you, jolting you slightly in your seat. “oh—sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“no no, it’s okay—i’m just weirdly jumpy today,” you laughed awkwardly, trying to brush it off.

cute, he thought, watching you fidget in your seat, fumbling around with the planner in your hands.

“oh, emma got that for you, right? she kept sending me pictures of different planners and asking which one i thought you’d like.”

you smiled, heart warming at the sentiment. emma really is sweet, you thought fondly. “yeah, she dropped it off just a little while ago. so does that mean you chose this one?”

pulling up a chair to sit next to you, he sat and lightly scratched his head.

“no, uh, actually i chose a different one. she never responded, though, so i guess this means that she didn’t agree with my opinion.”

you let out a laugh, twinkling and charming—ken felt a blush creeping up to his cheeks, so he quickly looked down. something about finally being able to make you laugh and seem comfortable here made him a little giddy—unexpectedly so.

“can i see which one you chose?” you asked, surprising even yourself with your response.

he squirmed, unsure of whether he really wanted you to see the one he thought you’d like. if emma thought it was ugly, then… he thought, but you seemed so genuinely curious that he couldn’t help but bring his phone out to show you the messages between him and emma.

“uh, this one,” he said bashfully, pointing to a plain gray book that said “2021-22” on the cover.

you smiled. matches him, honestly, you thought.

“hey, i would have liked this!” you said, turning to him. and honestly, you weren’t lying—it’s not like you had anything against monochromatic things. and besides, the shade of grey it was in was subtle and pretty.

a boyish smile pulled at the corners of his lips as he looked down, a little embarrassed. something about you made him want to smile so bad—so much so that his cheeks hurt from keeping a straight face, but for the sake of not creeping you out, he managed to keep himself together.

“more than the one emma got you?” ken challenged.

you looked back at emma’s choice, the cover a light sage green with soft pages filled with dotted lines.

“never mind, i don’t wanna know,” he chuckled, and just like that, the intimidation and intensity you felt this morning was gone. “anyway, about the projects i mentioned earlier—has hina given you any specific projects for you to do on your own yet? i don’t wanna put too much on your plate.”

you shook your head. “no, not yet. she said she wanted to wait a bit for me to get adjusted, meet people, et cetera.”

“mmm, okay,” he started, lost in thought. “then, how about this—you work with me for this one client i’m handling right now? they’re kind of a pain, but it should be easier to handle if there’s two people working on it.”

“yeah, of course. is there anything in particular i should know?”

ken sighed, his eyebrows furrowing together to form a little crease.

“so our client is an… organization… called bonten.”

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[hakkais-hoe]

I saw your asks are open, want to get yandere Toman guys & how they get jealous or y’all being each other’s firsts . Guys in question, The twins, Kazutora, Hanma , Mikey, Draken , etc lol . Thank you 🥺🤍

Oooo I like this one!! If ya don’t mind can I do the yandere ones ok this and the first times on a different post 🥰 + my /10 rating at the ends 10/10 being run away n 1/10 being he’s harmless just a bit scary

Ik you said Toman guys but it’s gonna be in their respective time skip cos it might be a tad dark 😬 hope that’s okay love

Age warning: 16+ probably maybe 18

Warnings: DARK THEMES!!,definite blood mention, knife/gun mention, swearing, psychotic men at their finest, attempted/suggested murder, GBH/ aggravated assault, toxic masculinity, emotional manipulation, n probably some other stuff. ATTEMPTED SELF UNALIVING!!! (Mikeys one)

Lord help me I don’t realise how dark I could get for the last one 😀 read Sanzus at ya own risk idk what came over me

Characters: Mikey, Kazutora, Draken, Hanma, Kawata Twins, Sanzu.

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The Lovesick Devotee: Souya ‘Angry’ Kawata

Look he can be slightly rational he knows you’re very attractive to him so you must be to others as well

Can’t however deal with anyone remotely touching you

Doesn’t matter if it’s just one of his friends he will not hesitate to pull you away from them

Very very kind n soft to you but sends the iciest looks over your shoulder

Makes sure to tell anyone and every just how much he’d die for you or even kill for you

Overbearingly clingy to the point of him not even letting you go to the kitchen alone

Sometimes even expects you to let him in the bathroom with you like it’s normal

Devoted to the point of being willing to let you do absolutely anything to him even at the risk of his pride

Can and will manipulate you into believeing your family and friends are trying to keep you apart so you cut them off

Isolates you so that all you have is him

If the world tries to break you apart he will make himself your world, you will live and breath him just like he does for you

All in all terrifying 8/10 could be worse ig

The ‘No One Else Loves You’: Nahoya”Smiley” Kawata

(M gonna start this by saying I’d nope the fuck outa here real fast)

Manipulates you over a long period of time to believe that no one else could possibly see you the way he does

Only he could ever love you

Unwilling to entertain the possibility that you could even think of being with another

Gets pissed to the max if you comment on another mans attractiveness even if it’s just a simple “I like his shirt” no baby you don’t

Wants to see you cry so he can comfort you and tell you he’ll get rid of anyone who upset his darling

Would 100% go back to the gang life just to kill any fucker who looks at you

Planned your future together three days after he met you

Doesn’t let you meet his friends or brother

His smile is the most terrifying thing when you’re having an argument

He’ll just smile down at you practically telling you that this will get you nowhere, how could you possibly even live without him

Makes you so dependent on him to the point of you not even being able to order your own food or talk to shop assistant in public

Causes you to get major anxiety when you’re without him

“Only I could ever truly love you, sweets.”

10/10 would not rate it man just run away to Alaska or the North Pole

The I Only Want What’s Best For You: Ken ‘Draken’ Ryuuguji

Acts like the sweet nice guy who’s always there to help you for months

Slowly starts to rearrange your whole life staring with your friends, your clothes, your hair, the way to talk, the way you eat and slowly progresses to telling you what you can and can’t do

Another one that makes you dependent on him but in the way of you look to him for an answer to every question or decision

Manipulative to the max

Subtle narcissists too

If you wear something he doesn’t like at first he’ll subtly hint that another outfit is better, then he’ll say how he prefers it and if that doesn’t work he’ll usher you back into the room and make you try on a new outfit so he can show you just how much better you look

Hates when he friends compliment you, tells them to get the fuck away or he’ll meet them outside

Can and has put men in hospital for just glancing at you wrong

Keeps a whole photo album of you sleeping in his back room at work, in a locked drawer

Raises absolute hell if you get any tattoos or piercings without telling him

Will not apologise for anything, manipulates you into believing you did something wrong

Won’t shut up about how much he adores you but still points out things your insecure about

Also points out things you’re not insecure about and says “ya know I love ~~~ even if others wouldn’t” to make you feel self conscious

Wants you to look at him for praise and affirmation constantly

5/10 honestly I’d still go for it he’s so beautiful with his black hair 😭😭 manipulate me all you want

The Immature Monster: Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano

Whines and pouts about anything and everything

Throws a hissy fit if you smile at anyone including his friends and family

Will not leave your side, has to be touching you at all times

So so very selfish, you always have to do what he asks or he’s furious for days

Possessive of everything to do with you even keeps a draw full of things you’ve tried to throw out

Had a sick and twisted love for you that seems to borderline hate

He needs you so much that he despises you

Has threatened to kill you multiple times if you try to leave him

Has also attempted to throw himself out of your shared bedroom window just so he didn’t have to apologise for a fight he caused

Likes to watch you suffer so he can make you just like him

Jealous of everyone even if they don’t even know you

Buys you things just so he can break them i front of you when things don’t go his way

Cry’s and tells you that his pain is all your fault

Scary little shit

11/10 stay away from the walking red flag baby gotta sprint from this one ur saviour complex will get ya no where

The “I’m Doing Nothing Wrong”: Kazutora Hanemiya

Yeesh honey your favourite colour is either red or your colour blind

CRAZY

Can and has killed to show his love for you

Look this little bastard can stab his best friend, you think he won’t murder an man and gouge his internal organs out just for smiling at you? Bitch please

Honestly kinda sweet untill you do one thing he doesn’t like then it’s pure unadulterated hypocritical, insensitive, manipulative bullshit that he spews for for next two weeks until you cry and beg him to forgive you

Wholeheartedly believes that he is never in the wrong, don’t even think he knows the word sorry let alone how to pronounce it

Probably blames Mikey at some point 👀

Please don’t even glance at his friends or another man, you’ll get it in the neck for weeks

“What? You wanna fuck that piece of shit too?! Shall I ask him huh!? Fucking bitch you’re mine”

Honestly sees you as a possession for him to coddle and use

Don’t ever thing you can get away tho, he will lock you away from the world and blame you for just about anything

Is 100% like a light switch

Keeps a switchblade in his pocket like a psycho incase he finds a “love rival”

Very “woe is me” pure dramatics come to life like some theatre kid when he’s throwing a tantrum

You like em mentally ill huh?

12/10 no thank you 😊 I’ll get ya some holy oil for that demon… (jk I’d still tap)

The Walking Red Flag: Shuji Hanma

And you did this for what? To prove a point?

Let’s get one thing straight this man lives and breaths the skin on your bones, the salt of your tears and the slick of your blood

Honestly the most aggressive and manipulative man you will ever meet

Every issue is you fault or your just being hysterical to him

Laughs in your face when you’re sad

Resents you tho, hates the fact that you dated others before him

So what does he do you may ask, we’ll have I got news for you my little lamb 😊 uno that stake knife you bought the other week, we’ll guess what that little “rust” stain on the handle is 😀

Say bye bye to anyone that you dated or cared about they’re conveniently missing now

Chalks everything up to his adoration of you

Takes you to dangerous places so he can swoop in and “save” you

Will set your house on fire with you in it if you ever try to leave him

You’re his ride or die now babes good luck 🤞

20/10 uno what you’s can keep him I’d rather not end up dead

The Set the World Ablaze For You: Haruchiyo ‘Sanzu motherfuckin Akashi

Would sell his soul to the devil for a simple smile from you

But would also like to climb into your skin and live in it (this is usually the drugs talking)

Hates all of your ex’s so he did the logical thing of shooting them all full of heroin and setting their houses on fire with them in it to make it look like an accident

Definition of loyal to the point of sick twisted obsession

Could not live without you if you left him he would simply unaliving himself in the cruelest and most disturbing way he possibly could

This loyal mad dog would do absolutely anything for your love, noting is too much for him

He is however the meanest most cruel and aggressive little fucker when he’s doped up on cocaine

When he’s on that all he wants to do is skin you alive n carve his initials into every bone of your body

You are his and his alone no one else can see how vulnerable his baby makes him

Goes absolutely crazy if you don’t reply to his message within 10 minutes

Has actually drugged you multiple times just so he can watch you sleep

Also used to watch you sleep even before you got together

Stalked you for weeks n picked up anything you left behind

Literally the personification of this song

He is one sick fucker

Has happily shot bullets through the wall by your head during an argument just to shut you up

Violent and honestly kinda abusive

“Don’t worry all we need is each other! I know the world wants to take you from me but I’ll burn everything to the ground baby!!”

Climbs up buildings just to scream about how he’ll murder everyone if you ask him to

100/10 psychotic little fuck… I’d still go there thooo he’s loyal af n a little spicy 😭

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Taglist: @reiners-milkbiddies @loonashadow @honeybachira @roppongiperfume @haitink @bontensbabygirl @sunahyejin @soushswag @wakasagurl

[fuyussi]

“yea, i wanna ride you- I MEAN”

characters: sano manjiro, ryuuguji ken, kokonoi hajime, haitani ran, haitani rindou

cw: ur sexy and the boys r dumb, suggestive, mainly fluff

a/n: hot mechanic trope except you’re the hot mechanic, might do more characters if this does well

Mikey

it’s obvious when he enters your shop just to gawk at you sometimes because he rarely ever goes to an auto shop for servicing, he’s usually able to fix it himself. so when he starts turning up at your shop every few weeks after the first time he couldn’t fix it himself, it’s clearly not for “bike repairs”. also doesn’t even try to hide the fact because all he does is misplace a tiny part and suddenly his bike is broken and needs your help, even thought it literally takes like 5 minutes to fix.

gets very giddy if you compliment his bike, please ask him about it. also gives you random food ratings from places he eats at, he just wants to talk to you more and hear your voice tbh please entertain him he’s very cute.

this goes on for about a month or two before you decide to just give him a little push. so one day he comes into the shop and this time it’s because his seat feels off, and an idea forms in your head. he’s talking about a new katsu-don place he had lunch at, rambling away while you hum in acknowledgement. after fiddling with the seat for a bit, you call him over, telling him to take a seat to feel if it’s ok. as he gets comfortable on his bike, you execute your plan. “so how is it? comfortable?” you ask, casually placing one hand on the seat right behind his butt and the other hand on one of the bike handles, caging him almost.

“yea, i-” mikey swallows, throat going dry as he realises just how close you are to him. he can clearly see your pretty eyes and your lips that he’s only had glances of. “‘m comfortable, yea” mumbling, he turns away flustered, he hopes you aren’t close enough to hear how loud his heart is pounding. you can see the tips of his ears starting to redden, and his eyes looking everywhere except you.

“by the way, you keep telling me about these food places but when are you actually gonna ask me out?” anyway you had the pleasure of seeing flustered mikey stammer out an invitation to lunch the next day lol.

Draken

now this is funny because he’s a mechanic himself. and you two are kinda business rivals?? same business near to each other after all. but he can’t help who he finds hot and you are smokin’. anyway draken comes into your shop frequently to ask for spare parts “because he’s ran out and he has yet to receive parts from his supplier”. in fact he’s coming in so often that you offer to give him the name of your own supplier because his just seems unreliable.

eventually evolves into him coming in to ask for “help” because at this point he’s running out of excuses to see you. god bless whenever you decide to work outside in just your tank top and overalls hanging from your hips. literally would shift his position so that you’re in his line of sight. loves talking to you about mechanic stuff and complaining about unreasonable customers because it feels like you’re bonding.

your relationship evolves very organically though because draken actually pulls lmfao, he slowly gets to know you and he would only actually ask you out if he feels that you may return his feelings though. if you don’t, he’s still very content with friendship.

which is funny because you’ve been dropping mad hints and he still doesn’t get it, nobody just chooses to work outside in 30 degree heat with the humidity when you’ve got air conditioning bro please. please just ask him out he may take forever to pick up your hints.

Kokonoi

he doesn’t even ride bikes so he’s got no reason to visit your shop. so the very first time he saw you was when he accompanied someone to get their bike serviced and he tripped over an open toolbox on the floor because he was too busy pretending he wasn’t staring at you. either way he was very embarrassed and you were now looking directly at him which only furthered his embarrassment lol.

and thanks to that he didn’t want to show his face around you but at the same time he really wanted to see you. thus began his new weird travel routes that includes walking past your shop at least once a day. takes every chance to accompany someone to your auto shop, at this point it’s pretty obvious to everyone else, especially when he offers to pay because he thinks that’ll impress you somehow.

honestly you didn’t think twice about him because you thought he was another pretentious rich guy flaunting his wealth. but you start to notice how he’s never here alone, always accompanying someone and yet he’s always paying. and you swear you see him passing by the shop frequently. when you question him about it out of curiosity though, you were surprised to see his nervous face. he tells you the truth, that he’s only here to see you and he pays because he’s trying to impress you.

not gonna lie you laughed. mainly out of surprise but still, his heart stung a little. he got a little defensive, but noticed you wrote something on the receipt as you hand it to him.

‘(xxx)-xxx-xxxx call me ♡’

Ran

you’re rindou’s mechanic actually. for whatever reason ran’s usual mechanic was closed so he went to the one that rindou usually goes to, and does he wish he came here sooner. when he walked in your back was facing him and all he could see was your sweaty toned back as you’re hunched over working on someone’s car. didn’t help that you were only in a tank top and overalls with the top part undone and the pants portion hanging low on your hips.

and when you finally noticed his presence and turn around…. wow is it hot in here or what lol. has to physically stop himself from staring at that the strip of exposed skin between where your tank top ends and the top of your pants. sweating fr he’s just glad he can keep a straight face and hold a normal conversation. he does his best to keep the conversation going as you’re working on his bike.

a smooth talker, he’s really about to “wait so what does that do again?” his way into your pants. and you know it’s an act because rindou sometimes complains to you about his brother, but damn you didn’t realise he was hot as well tf. so you indulge him a little, carrying on the conversation.

“ehhh, i didn’t know that. maybe i should come in more often and you can tell me more.” lying through his teeth, doing the absolute most to get any reason to see you again. or at least get your number.

“no worries, i’m sure rindou would be happy to relay the message, don’t trouble yourself to come down here :)” too bad you were in a teasing mood. ran’s eye was almost twitching because you’re now done with his bike and he’s about to pay, but he has yet to get your number or name for that matter. somehow you’ve dodged all his attempts and he’s starting to think you’re denser than a brick. worse come to worse he could just ask rindou for your number but that’s like admitting that he failed at wooing you.

“you know what, i might start coming to you for my regular servicing,” ran looks over his bike, genuinely impressed by your skill.

“you can come to me for other services too~” practically purred that out tbh. his head literally snaps to look at you to confirm that you were indeed flirting, but all he sees is the same dense smile you’ve given him the whole time. “i do bike repairs and parts replacement as well, here’s a brochure :)”

oh he’s definitely coming back.

Rindou

pure chance he walked into your shop that day, he really just needed to purchase a spare part and he could fix it himself. well that idea was immediately thrown out the moment he saw you though. opposite of his brother, definitely way more nervous to speak to you. you were very nice, managed to decipher what he wanted despite his sudden lack of vocabulary.

not one to back down from a challenge, he decides to pretend to be unable to fix his bike himself, and this led to him bringing it in the very next day. definitely spent the night thinking about what to say to you tbh so he doesn’t seem like a gaping idiot the next day.

not that it mattered because he still can’t seem to start a conversation with you, instead opting to stare at your expert hands easily fixing up his bike. bad idea because now his head is getting filled with… other thoughts about your hands and he has to force himself to look away. and he’s not exactly subtle about his staring too, you could feel his eyes on you the entire time. at first you thought it was because he was trying to keep an eye on you, perhaps he didn’t really like the way you did things. oh well, you couldn’t satisfy every customer.

but when he showed up again the next time he needed some repairs, you were surprised. “oh hello, didn’t think i would see you again.” tbh you should have kept your mouth shut. literally just exposed that you remember him despite only seeing him twice. can’t help that he’s so fucking hot memorable. good thing he didn’t pick up on that though, instead focusing on why you didn’t think he would come again.

“well you were practically staring daggers into me the last time, thought you didn’t like my work.” rindou flushed slightly at that, trying to find a way to explain that that wasn’t the reason he was staring at you. “i wasn’t- that was not, why i was staring…” he trailed off at the end, unsure how to continue, his hand rubbing his neck.

“oh so you were just, staring?” you chuckle, eyebrow cocking. finishing up on his bike, you place down your tools before leaning against the cashier counter in front of rindou. “you know, my lunch break is right about now, so why don’t i take you out to lunch and you can get a closer look?”

[softxsuki]

Heyy do u mind doing an urgent request? I have c-ptsd due to csa and I’ve been having rly bad panic attacks/flashbacks lately, I woke up from a trauma nightmare not too long ago n I was having a hard time calming down and I kinda relapsed back into sh. I was wondering if u could write for Draken and Mitsuya (separate) coming home late from work to their s/o having a panic attack, comforting them and helping them patch up their sh. Ty beforehand<33

Draken and Mitsuya (Separate) Comfort Reader Who Relapses After A Traumatic Nightmare

Pairings: Draken x Gn!Reader, Mitsuya x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of childhood sexual assault, some descriptions of self-harm, blood, razors, descriptions of panic attacks, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THESE THINGS WILL BE TOO MUCH FOR YOU TO HANDLE

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: In which Draken and Mitsuya (Separate) come home one night from gang business and see you mid panic attack as you've relapsed from self-harm after having a nightmare about your past trauma.

[A/N: Hey! Sorry for keeping you waiting anon :( I hope you're still around to see this, please let me know if you are. I'd love to hear your opinion. But I hope this brings you some comfort through your trauma that can't seem to leave you alone. I'm so sorry you have to go through this. I wish there was more I could do to help, but I hope you're okay <3 I'm here if you ever need to talk or if you need anything at all! P.S: I did something a little different with these headcanons. I wrote a general introduction to the main story before getting into their individual reactions :3 Thoughts?]

You awoke in a cold sweat, breathless and sweaty as tears poured from your eyes–another nightmare. Memories of your traumatic childhood that you couldn’t erase from your mind no matter how hard you tried. You felt disgusted with yourself; how could something so vile happen to you at a young age? Why couldn’t you stop it? Why couldn’t you tell anyone during the times it was actively happening? Why were you so scared? How could you move past this?

No matter how long ago the incident occured where someone sexually assaulted you as a child, it still felt fresh, as if it happened just yesterday. It doesn’t help that your night terrors continuously have you relive that moment in your life over and over again, not allowing you to move forward. 

Your breathing goes heavy as warm tears continue to fall from your eyes, quiet sobs threatening to escape your lips, but you try your best to keep them at bay. You can’t seem to catch your breath, full on panicking now. Feeling desperate for some form of relief, you run to your drawer where you had hid some razors in case you needed them. Self-harm–something you used to do in the past, but soon quit thanks to your boyfriend’s support. It was your last resort, needing to feel something somewhere else on your body other than the pain in your chest. 

You had let your boyfriend into your heart, exposing the darkest parts of your past to him a few months after you first started dating. After learning about your trauma, he made you feel loved and accepted, regardless of your past…he became a beacon of light at the end of your dark tunnel. When you thought there were no options left, he gave you the bit of hope you needed to move forward and hope for better days.

But the nightmares never left, the panic never left, the urge to harm yourself again never left. Probably because you never spoke about your issues again, in hopes that your boyfriend wouldn’t get annoyed and leave you, or maybe even consider you a burden. You wanted to feel like a normal couple, a happy couple, and you couldn’t do that if there was something ‘wrong’ with you.

He was currently out at work–some late night gang business he had to deal with. At first when you found out that he was part of a gang, it terrified you, but you saw how gentle he was with you and knew that he’d never hurt you–if anything he kept you very safe. 

You weren’t expecting him to return back home until the morning, so as you make cuts to your skin on your bedroom floor, your blood runs cold and regret fills the pit of your stomach as you hear the front door creak open.

Your heart leaps in your chest at a rapid pace, your airways feeling tighter as you frantically move to clean yourself up, but to no avail, he comes walking through the door with your razors spread out across the floor on full display as blood oozes from the cuts on your arm…

Draken:

Draken is tired from having to leave in the middle of the night when he could have been in bed with you

He’s beyond annoyed and wants nothing more than to be back by your side where he feels the most at-peace

So when he enters your shared room where he expects to see you peacefully asleep, he’s shocked to instead see you covered in blood 

His initial response is to be on guard as he looks around for any kind of threat that may have hurt you

“What the hell happened?” He seethes, not angry at you, but the stresses from his day makes him a little short-tempered than usual, causing you to cry even harder since you think he hates you

“I’m sorry!” You choke out through your erratic breathing, loud sobs escaping your mouth

“Babe wh-” he’s about to ask you why you’re apologizing and demand some answers on who hurt you so he can go handle it, but he stops as he walks closer to you as sees the bloody razor on the floor in front of you–it is then that the pieces connect in his head

He instantly feels guilty for leaving you alone and raising his voice at you due to his stress and worrying

Would reassure you that he’s not mad and would immediately apologize for raising his voice

Goes on to turn the attention off of you and towards him so you don’t feel bad about your situation

He doesn’t want to address the situation you’re in to make you feel worse

SO he talks about his day and how annoying everyone was–how Mikey made him leave for the stupid reason of wanting some food

As he talks, he gently cleans up the blood and patches up your cuts while pushing the razors away from you, making a mental note to throw those away later

He sits beside you on the floor and just talks about random things, one hand gently grasping yours as the other is slung around your shoulder, allowing you to cry into his chest

Before confronting you about how you ended up in the state you were currently in, his main focus is on calming you down first

Of course, he knew about your past history of self-harm, but he didn’t think you’d ever do it again, so he was pretty shocked inside, not that he’d want to show that externally

He looks and acts as he usually would, but on the inside he’s panicked and fighting to keep his face neutral

Once you’re calm again and your breathing is back to normal, he’d play with your fingers with one hand and soothe your back with the other

He won’t bring what he witnessed up to you until you do first, and when you do, he’ll sit and listen

You tell him about the horrible nightmares you’ve been having and how you can’t forget the past about your sexual assault

He winces at the mention of it, anger flickering through his eyes as he terribly wishes he could find the person that gave you all this trauma and give them a piece of his mind…or worse

But he stays silent and listens to your thoughts and everything that has been going on under his nose–man did he feel dumb for not noticing something was wrong sooner

He’s just honestly relieved that he made it home in time before things could have gotten worse–he didn’t even want to think about what could have happened if you cut too deep and he didn’t make it back until morning–the thought alone made his blood run cold

He’s not very cuddly all of the time, but after the events of that night, he doesn’t want you to leave his arms–he knows you’re safe with him so he keeps you wrapped up close to him

He wants to keep you safe from anyone and everything–including yourself, and that night he failed to keep you safe

In the next few days expect an uncharacteristically clingy Draken who keeps a close eye on you

He won’t say anything about that night again but he’s watching you closely, making sure he notices any differences in your behavior or demeanor at any moment

Stays up at night to watch your facial features and wakes you up if he sees even the tiniest crease in your expression, he doesn’t want you to have to relive your trauma through your dreams each night, so he tries to stop them before they get too far

Deep down, he’s just scared and doesn’t really know how to help you, but you bet your booty he’s gonna do whatever he can to get you through this

Mitsuya:

Like Draken, when Mitsuya returns home he’s tired and ready to cuddle up to you for the night

So he’s surprised to see the light on in your shared room

He’s ready to greet you with a smile, and is kinda glad that you’re awake so he can spend some time with you before going to sleep again together

He opens the door and the sight before him instantly makes his smile falter FOR A SECOND

He’s quick to catch on to what’s going on and approaches you with a soft smile, greeting you with a kiss to your forehead as he usually would

Doesn’t want to make you feel guilty or worse by him reacting negatively to your situation, so he stays calm

Cleans up your wounds and then wraps them up securely, pressing kisses to the ripped skin every few seconds

REPEATEDLY TELLS YOU THAT HE LOVES YOU, he needs you to know this

Having just come home, he doesn’t know why you relapsed or what caused it to happen, but he at least needs you to be aware that he’s there for you and STILL loves you despite you relapsing–he will always love you

Would walk you to the bathroom so you can bathe and probably gets in the bath with you so you can bathe together

Makes sure your newly wrapped arm doesn’t get wet though, but he’d rub your shoulders and just hold you close to him to try and get you to calm down since tears are still falling from your eyes

He presses kisses to your bare shoulders, to your face, to every inch of you, needing to smother you in affection

He also wouldn’t bring anything up until you’re calm, so he fills the silence with soft whispers of love and positive words 

Overall, Mitsuya is very touchy, very affectionate, AND very worried despite the smile that won’t leave his face

His logic is, would you rather see him cry and frown at you, or would you feel better if he could smile for you? He thought the latter 

Once you open up to him about your nightmares that keep reminding you of your childhood trauma, he nods understandingly

I imagine him just holding you close at night, hoping that, that wards the nightmares away

BUT for the next few days he’s locked up in his studio working on on something

Turns out he was making a dreamcatcher for you, though it may be completely ineffective, perhaps the symbol of a dreamcatcher would help ward nightmares from your mind at night

He’s super thoughtful and gentle with you

Mitsuya just loves you so much and wishes he could do more to keep your past from haunting you–if there was a way, he’d definitely make it happen

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted 8/29/2022

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ENTOURAGE ︰ draken , mitsuya , hakkai , kazutora

⠀⠀⠀⠀— bonten!toman ♡

soundtrack: 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 | Bonten!Toman playlist by @erisamorette

cws: 18+ NSFW MDNI. fem!reader. ooc. mentions of violence. DRAKEN: spitting, one slap, blow job, deepthroating, throat fucking, breath play. MITSUYA: cunt slapping, use of vibrator, degrading, overstimulation, squirting, dumbification, 2-way mirror. HAKKAI: car sex, size kink, mentions of stomach bulge, creampie, cum play. KAZUTORA: a bit of knife play, panty stuffing, exhibitionism.

notes: i usually don't write ooc but idc anymore i made mitsuya mean n thats honestly all i wanted out of this. inspired by this bonten!nahoya post by @nahoyaa.

when toman's former members join japan's most notorious organization in their leaders footsteps, they quickly grow accustomed to their new secretary.

— KEN "DRAKEN" RYUUGUJI | BONTEN'S VICE PRESIDENT

ken wouldn't even spare a glance in your direction on a normal day, but when he wants you he's grabbing you harshly by the wrist, the ring on his finger pressing into your skin without so much as a greeting exchanged. maybe he'll utter a few low words telling you what to do in a straightforward manner but he'll only say it once. he didn't have time for pleasantries, the greed in his chest just swelled with the urge to have you below him every time he saw you.

"That the best you can do?" Draken asks you, eyebrow quirked up, probably the only thing close enough to an expression. The question makes you halt from kissing his neck and palming at his crotch, your hand already prepared to take off his belt. "I've seen cheap hookers do better than you." He pushes you off your place on his lap, your bum hitting the floor first.

"Sorry, Draken." You mutter, head bowed as you try to sit comfortably.

He stands with a sigh, feet stopping just in front of you. His hand grips the hair at back of your head to make you tilt up before pushing your face into his crotch, your eyes widen and your heart rate spikes at the sudden action. "You feel that? 'm soft, doll. I don't like it soft."

Your voice is muffled against him, your hands clawing at his thighs as you're already struggling to breathe, but he just continues. "I wanna be hard, wanna... wanna fuck something." He groans at the vibrations of your voice on his cock. "Mm, yeah, just like that." He moves his hips a bit, hoping the friction and the vibrations from your pleading noises would satisfy him just a little bit.

Strangely, Draken thought being soft was more bothersome than being painfully hard, and his frustrations only heightened when you couldn't even get him up. But he did put his expectations of you far too high, so perhaps that was on him. It didn't matter once he gave it more thought though, he could manhandle you how he wanted and you and your little feeble, fuckable body couldn't do a thing about it. "If you can't make me hard, I'll use you until you do."

He pulls you away, undoing his belt and zipper while you're catching your breath, semi hard cock hanging between his legs. Draken doesn't bother to command you to open your mouth and suck. The tip barely reaches your lips, but your mouth and tongue are obedient enough to take him in. A long, drawn-out breath escaping him as you take him in halfway, tongue swirling at the tip.

His hands rest at the sides of your head, holding your hair out of the way as you continue to work your mouth around him. Your hand strokes at what can't fit in your mouth. It makes his eye twitch from the lack of lubrication in that area. He pushes your head at the same time he brings his hips forwards, the head of his cock reaching the back of your throat, Draken gasping at the feeling.

Your eyes squeeze shut, gagging at the sudden touch on your throat, your knee-jerk reaction being to push away from him as you cough and catch your breath yet again.

"Hey," Draken says, his hand coming down hard on your cheek when you turn to face him again. "Did I fuckin' tell you to do that?" His thumb and index finger are digging hard into your cheeks, one of them red with a slight handprint. He can see the way your glossy eyes subtly dart around his features, struggling on where to look. He clicks his tongue, "You're lucky you're pretty."

He caresses your plump bottom lip with his thumb, hooking it into your mouth to give him room to spit into it. "Taste good, baby?"

You have no other choice but to nod, swallowing it without his command when he pulls his finger out of your mouth.

"Good girl." He lightly slaps your cheek. "You're a good girl right, doll?"

You nod again, cock lining up with your mouth once again. Only now it's rock hard, a vein protruding and running along the side.

"Then show me how good you are."

You pump it twice before taking it into your mouth again, his hands once again on the side of your head to hold your hair as you try to take him in all the way with every bob of your head, nails digging into your palm every time the tip hits your throat. Every now and then you'd take him all the way and hold it there, your nose touching the skin above his dick, you try your best to look up at him during those times, but Draken's head is just thrown back in pleasure as he tries to time slow thrusts of his hips with the bob of your head.

"Yeah, just like that." He groans, your tongue gliding along the underside of his cock with every push and pull of his hips.

Soon enough you barely had to move, Draken using you to his delight and only pulling you away to let you catch your breath. He loved the look of your puffy lips and glossy eyes, a sight he wanted engraved in his memory forever. Something was missing though, and he didn't want to let you go until he felt satisfied.

You were wrong to relax a bit because his thrusts started to get rougher, timing the pull of your head towards him with the push of his cock into you, using you like a personal fleshlight as tears began to brim the corners of your eyes.

Despite all that, his breathy moans were delicious to hear. Deep and sultry as he cursed and called you nicknames.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, the coil in his lower stomach about to snap. "Hah, s'good.. yeah, take my cock like that."

With a stutter of his hips, he makes you take him all the way one last time, his cum hot and thick down your throat.

— TAKASHI MITSUYA | BONTEN EXECUTIVE: SHIBUYA DISTRICT MANAGER

with his soft expressions, mitsuya used it to get close to you. accompanying you were you needed to go, smiling at you when he got the chance, or catching you when you trip over yourself trying to keep up with the others in your heels. hell, he's one of the only ones who greets you 'good morning'. sometimes you wished he never got accustomed to you because the more he did, the meaner he was. light hearted teasing turned into public humiliation as all eyes were on you. draken was influential enough with status but mitsuya, he was dangerous with his words.

"Mm, what now, baby? You sorry yet?" Mitsuya coos in fake sympathy but caressing your inner thigh gently. His bottom lip was tucked in between his teeth at the squirm of your bare cunt over his clothed cock, your wetness already seeping through the fabric of his slacks.

You were sat on his lap, back flush against his chest. Your skirt bunched up at your waist with your shirt unbuttoned, breasts spilling out of your bra, and your hands bound tightly behind you with his belt. Deep inside you sat a vibrator that had been going nonstop since he pulled you into the room, its remote in Mitsuya's pocket while you were halfway to your next orgasm.

"I asked you something," his raises his hand, the impact coming down right on your cunt. Your thighs want to instinctively close, but his free hand keeps one parted while the other jolts at a second slap. "Are you sorry yet?"

"Y-yes, yes! Ah— fuck," you moan, throwing your head back over his shoulder when he slaps your pussy again. "'M sorry, so sorry, Mitsuya."

"Yeah? You're sorry, baby?" He teases, a grin spreading across his face as he watches you in the mirror, turning up the intensity on the vibrator. "What're you sorry for?"

You can't even remember. Your mind slowly melting into mush until its hard to think a single coherent thought, mouth babbling out sorry's and words Mitsuya can't even make out. Drool's dripping from the sides of your mouth, your thighs shaking and wanting to close under his touch. Your almost scream like moans bouncing off the walls that he's so sure others in the building could hear. It was troublesome to a normal person, but it was better than he ever thought. His cock already painfully hard in his pants as you squirmed, wanting to use you until he's satisfied and dry.

Mitsuya loves it, and he's sure the person watching behind the mirror—or should he say two-way glass—loves it too.

"Hmm you know what they say 'bout you, doll?" He hums, the pads of his middle and ring finger rubbing slow circles on your clit. "They say you're a slut. I wanted to defend you, I really did, but," he pauses, pulling the vibrator out by the wire and slowly replacing it with two fingers. "You like it when I call you that, don't you?" His digits are curling up against your g-spot, your eyes rolling and back arching as he presses down on the spongy part.

Mitsuya can feel you tighten around his fingers, the feeling driving him past impatience. He was going to wait to pull another orgasm out of you, but he just couldn't take the ache in his crotch. He's been selfless all his life. Surely now it wouldn't be so wrong for a little mindless self-indulgence.

"On the floor, ass up." He says, pushing your back off his chest so you get the hint. You shakily stand, lowering down to your knees, but with your wrists still bound, you hesitate to lower your upper body, trembling as you bend halfway.

Mitsuya's patience had already run out. Pulling his cock out from the confines of his pants, he spares a moment to press the sole of his foot on your back, making you topple over until your face hits the floor. He laughs to himself before getting down on his own knees behind you, slowly pumping his cock with the hand covered in slick before lining it up with your entrance and pushing in with a groan.

You let out a stuttered moan at the stretch. Mitsuya's hand resting on where your wrists are kept together, beginning to move at a steady rhythm. Your walls were hugging him so tight, drawing breathy moans with every thrust.

It doesn't take long for your climax to build up again, but you recognize another familiar feeling that snaps you out of your pleasured daze. "M-Mitsuya, wait! Don't— ah, fuck. Gonna.. 'm gonna—"

He pulls you up by the back of your collar with his free hand, quickly switching his hold from there to your neck instead, thumb pushing your jaw so he can talk right against your lips. "Gonna what? Gonna make a mess all over me, yeah? I dunno 'bout you but I like the sound of that," the hand on your wrists moves to your thigh, keeping it open when he has the itching feeling they'll close when you finally let go. " 's alright, baby. Let go for me."

When your jaw falls open to scream, he shoves a finger in your mouth, and with choked moans your juices splash all over. A satisfied grin came off Mitsuya's face as he moved the hand on your thigh to your clit, watching you squirt all over the place in the mirror until you came down from your high.

"God, you're a mess. You made a mess." He laughs, his panting hot breaths over the shell of your ear as he continues to throb inside you, not satisfied just yet. "I fucking love it."

— HAKKAI SHIBA | SHIBUYA DISTRICT ASST. MANAGER

mitsuya sometimes thinks hakkai takes after taiju with how he behaves in bonten. the tattoo peeking out from his nape just gave you chills from how far it ran and spread across his back, but your curiosity wasn't driving you that far. he often looked at you with a cold expression, hakkai was in the same boat with draken on not sparing much of a glance at you, but he was a lot nicer compared to mitsuya.

Hakkai was quite strong despite his seemingly lanky figure. The way he helped you over the console so you could sit on his lap in the driver's seat told you just that. He was a lot gentler compared to Mitsuya as he carefully unbuttoned your blouse, it was a surprise since he seemed to follow in the other's footsteps faithfully. But you feel strangely safe with Hakkai. Maybe it's his large, protective figure and his arms around you that make you press up closer to him. Though the way you feel so small with him makes you think he could bend you any way he wanted if given the space, so you silently thank the compactness of the car.

Your hands feel up his broad chest as he kisses you, being extra careful over the healed bullet wounds and cuts as his big hands feel up your back from under your shirt, undoing the clasp of your bra with just one hand so he can cup your breast and play with your nipple properly.

You grind gently on the bulge in his pants, moaning into the kiss when you both move your hips just right for your clit to feel some friction. Despite the air-conditioning still running, your body feels hot. You pull away for a moment to fully take off your shirt and bra.

"Fuck yes." Hakkai hisses at the sight before closing his mouth around one of your nipples, one hand trying to force itself in between your legs, but due to the tight space he fails. With a grumble he pulls away for a moment, resting one of his hands on your back while the other fumbles for the handle that reclines his seat.

You yelp when the seat reclines suddenly, the hand pushing on your back making you lay on his chest. Your face flushes with the increased intimacy, but he just chuckles when you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

"So pretty up close." He mutters, his hands pulling your skirt up so he can reach your entrance from behind, a finger pulling your underwear aside so it can dip into your already dripping hole, pushing in and out at a steady pace while his free hand has a grip on your ass.

Hakkai pulls you up higher, allowing him to undo his belt and the clasp of his pants to free his cock and tap it against your ass. "Feel that? You think your tight little hole can take it?"

You know its big, thick too, when you were grinding on him just a minute ago, and you're unsure if you can even take it all to the hilt if that's what he wanted, but you still nod, hands gripping at the fabric of his shirt and bracing for the stretch you know is coming.

"Use your words, pretty." He says, his length resting in between your ass cheeks.

"Yes, I.. I can take it."

"Look at me," He says, pulling at your hair to make you face him. "Say it again. Tell me how well you'll take my cock and its yours."

You gulp, wiggling your hips a bit to show your desperation. "I'll take it so well, 'Kai. I'll be good for you."

"You gonna take it all the way, baby?"

You nod again with quick little "mhm's" that make him throb.

"Good girl. Open," He whispers on your lips, popping two fingers in when you comply. You suck on his digits, swirling your tongue around them before he pulls them out and pumps his cock with it for an easier entry. "Raise your hips for me." And you do, Hakkai pushing your panties aside again to slide in.

The head pushing into your hole was fine, but his girth. Your mouth hung open as you gradually took it, Hakkai's hands having a tight grip on your ass to guide you slowly until the pain faded into the pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, shit," he groans when you sit up with your hands planted on his chest and move your hips down further, taking him all the way to the base. "Hah, that's good.. so good, baby."

You start to move at a steady pace, mouth hanging open and eyelids low as you ride him with the desperate need to cum. The low roof of the car makes it hard to sit up any straighter, but you were sure that if you were in any other place with a higher roof, there'd be a bulge right in your lower stomach that'd send his libido over the moon.

Somewhere along the way Hakkai took control, a tight grip on your ass cheeks as you kept your hips raised while he bucks up into you. Moans and groans spilling from both your lips as his cock drags along every erogenous spot in you.

"Ah, hah, 'Kai, 'Kai please." You plead, drawing closer and closer to an orgasm. "Harder, 'Kai."

He scoffs, a hard slap coming down on your ass that makes you squeal. "Don't go demanding shit now just 'cause I'm nicer than Takashi. Shit, loosen up. Can't move."

"Can't—nghh, 'm gonna cum."

"Not yet, baby. Be good and hold it for me just a bit. Wanna pump this pussy full of cum."

He pulls you back down by the back of your neck, trapping you in a sloppy kiss as he quickens his pace. Lips brushing over one another to drink in each others moans until you can't hold it anymore.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he pants. "Cum for me, baby."

With a cry of his name you let go, Hakkai painting your walls white at the same time. He thrusts in a couple more times to ride out his high as you lay on his chest, exhausted and lightheaded.

"Good girl, did so well for me." He says, rubbing circles onto your back, pulling the handle on the side of his seat to get the backrest to sit up again.

He lifts you up to pull his softening cock out of you, marveling at the ring of white around the base. Just before a glob of cum drips on his trousers he catches it with two fingers, finger-fucking it back into you with a couple thrusts before spreading it all over your folds, even coating your asshole just before he covers your cum-covered cunt with your panties again. Finishing your session with a kiss at your temple.

— KAZUTORA HANEMIYA | BONTEN EXECUTIVE: IKEBUKURO DISTRICT MANAGER

kazutora didn't hesitate to kill people if it was for the sake of toman, not even a flinch as he pulled the trigger on thousands of men. the jingle bell on his earring being the last thing they'll ever hear before a loud bang. much like mitsuya, he liked to bully you too, publicly embarrass you until your president told him off. but that didn't mean he was going to stop messing with you.

You continue to type away on your phone, making notes of the conversation Kazutora and another executive were having, as well as switching between your notes and your calculator for computing the expenses for the next weapon shipment. All was going well and judging by the time, the deal was going to be over in maybe ten minutes or less and you could both leave the restaurant before the clock struck midnight.

Kazutora was still able to maintain a conversation with the executives in front of him, all while running his finger up and down your slit. The friction through the thin fabric of your thong was electrifying, but working with Bonten meant you've learned to build up a tolerance for things like these, and the man teasing you didn't seem to like the lack of you squirming under his touch.

The clatter of silverware cuts off the executive midway through his sentence. The pause in talk making you snap out of you, typing trance as well.

"Sorry let me get that really quick." Kazutora says, lowering himself until he was fully under the table. Almost in his favor, the other executive's phone began to ring, allowing him to excuse himself from the table to take the call.

Your pleading eyes trail him as he walks away from the table and you can almost see your boss smirk under the table as something cold presses up against your inner thigh. When you look down at Kazutora, who's kneeling between your legs with a finger held up to his lips to signal you to keep quiet while the other hand trails the blade higher up your thigh until it gets caught in the thin waistband of your thong and in one slice, the fabric cuts. A grin spreads across his face as he ghosts the blade up your slit, the tip of the knife stopping just where your clit is before he quickly does it to the other side, resurfacing beside you once it's cut.

You try your best to look unimpressed, but the mischievous look on his face was hard to dismiss as he carefully places the knife back down where it originally was.

"You're lookin' at me like I did something wrong." He says, tilting his head at you, the bell on his ear jingling with the motion. "Panties were getting in the way, angel. I'd hold 'em for you but my pockets're full, so we'll have to do the next best thing." His hand makes its way in between your thighs again. This time his fingers are pushing right where your entrance is, forcing the fabric past it.

Time seems to work in his favor once again when the executive comes back and picks up right where he left off. Kazutora's all ears once again, but its difficult for you to type with the feeling of your own thong between your walls, blinking a little too much to hide your eyes rolling back.

The fabric soaking up your juices makes it harder to push in, not like it stopped him anyhow. You've long given up on taking notes and just hoped your memory serves you well as you grip his thigh, trying your best to just press with the pads of your fingers, but when your thong finally reaches up far enough to brush over you g-spot, your nails absentmindedly dig in. In response, he pushes the whole garment into you in one hard motion that makes you jolt, knee bumping the table. The noise catches the attention of the man in front of you both, but Kazutora dismisses him with a smile and asks him to continue.

"Careful, sweetheart." He whispers, finger all the way in with your underwear. "He might notice."

As the conversation between the two men continues, Kazutora pumps his finger in and out of you slowly, eventually alternating between thrusting his fingers into your hole to rubbing your clit to get more of a reaction out of you. And much to his enjoyment, it was working as you squeezed your thighs together when he started rubbing in harsher circles. He's keeping a straight face and conversing with another powerfully dangerous man while you're close to coming undone right under his touch.

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