#ken ryuuguji oneshot

[ghostlyforxst]

GENDER: Female Reader

WARNINGS: Inappropriate Language, +18, thigh ridding, and praising

CHARACTER: Ken Ryuguji (Draken)

WORD COUNT: 418

A/N- I'm apologize for it being short, but, I do plan on making my way up. Enjoy!

Your breath fluttered as your back collided with the rough, bricked wall. Draken's arms penning you, assuring to overwhelm your senses with himself—your sense of sight, smell, hearing, and even your sense of taste.

“Ken-”

“Hush it.” He grumbled, nuzzling your neck in-between pecks.

You've done it now, maybe those explicit photos you had sent him during the meeting were too much. But, watching as lust taint his cheeks and his cock fatten beneath his pants had you kneading your thighs against each other feverishly. You couldn't help it, you just wanted his attention.

A breathy whine came from you as your hands fumbled with his buckle, but Ken immediately smacked your hand away before he drew back and nestled his knee between your legs.

“Nuh uh." He denied, rolling his knee against your clad cunt. "A needy slut like you doesn't deserve my cock."

“But, Ken, please…” You whimpered, feebly.

His lips twitched smugly, “this or nothing at all.”

You let your head fall with a mumbled ‘okay’ and your hands catch his shoulders, pulling yourself closer until your pussy rested on his muscled thigh.

“Giddy up, baby.” He whispered, nipping at your lobe and patting your thigh.

Your hips rocked steadily, mewling pleasingly, as your folds smushed against your puffy clit.

Ken pushes his past your blouse and your bra, his fingers padding over your flushed skin, groping your breast before settling with circling your teat with the pad of his thumb.

You cursed breathlessly as you rutted your hips frenziedly, “fuck…”

He kissed your shoulder, “Do you think you deserve this? It wasn't nice of you to be so naughty during the meeting.”

“M’sorry, Ken, needed you s'bad.” You pant, your lips tucking between your teeth.

“Mhm, I'll forgive you this time but the next is another story.”

You nodded your head, feeling your thigh tremble with your nearing climax. Ken threw his head back as he removed his hand from your shirt and palmed at his pulsating dick. He shivered, savoring the feeling of your wetness soaking through your clothes onto his—knowing next time it would be your naked cunt against his bare thigh.

You sucked in a sharp breath before a choked wail emits from your wobbling lips as you orgasm, stars twinkling in your vision. You fell forward onto Draken and quickly, he embraced you.

“Good girl.” He smiled, rubbing your back. “Now, why don’t we both give ourselves a few minutes to recover and then I'll let you ride my cock okay?”

[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.

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

I was thinking about Misa!reader x draken angst no comfort or angst and comfort uhhh oneshot? (if you want)

you know Misa right? from death note. soo like reader basically acts and looks like Misa and is childhood friends with draken and is in LOVE with draken. in the year of 2005 on uhhh February 14, misa!reader leaves a love letter in draken's room and then decides to go to a bakery or something for a cake for draken BUT she gets jumped by a rival gang and is be4t to death. and draken finds out.. she can di3 or survive the be4tings.. sorry if this was confusing or if this is uncomfortable for you!

Hi! This isn't uncomfortable for me, do not worry! I love angst with all of my heart and I'm more than happy to write it. Thank you for requesting<333

Warnings: cuss words, strong/mature language, gang violence, angst.

Finally.

After 10 years from the first day of your and Draken's friendship, you've gathered up the courage to confess to him.

It's February 14 today, the day you first met Draken 10 years ago. You've been hinting at him for a while, that you were in love with him but he turned out to be denser than expected.

You came over to his place but being the vice commander of Toman, he was currently busy so he asked you to wait for him. That's when the idea of writing him love letter popped up in your mind.

Sitting in the quiet room, you grabbed paper and pen from his desk and started writing your feelings down. Your cheeks heating up in the process.

"Dear Ken,

I've been trying to tell you something for 10 years now, but I didn't have enough courage. Even now, I'm embarrassed to say it to your face, hence why I'm writing this letter. I love you, Ken. Not as a friend but as something more. I have had feelings for you since the day I met you. I'm sorry for not telling you this sooner but I was, still am, scared. I'm scared of being rejected. I'm afraid that even when I've given you my heart, you won't accept it. That's why I'm unable to face you. I'm using this as an opportunity to tell you that I love you. I love you to the moon and back. You're my world.

From [name]"

You left the letter on his desk, feeling rather anxious. Leaving his place, you went outside to get some fresh air. Even if you've decided to tell him like this, you couldn't help but feel anxious. So, you thought going outside would help you calm down a little. But you just ended up getting overwhelmed by the amount of people outside.

After walking to another place, somewhere with less amount of people, were you able to finally calm down.

But it didn't last long.

"Hey, beautiful." The guy's voice interrupted your thoughts. The voice and face of his was unfamiliar, obviously you have never met him before. "Mind giving us your phone number?" He said with wicked smirk. Two guys behind him were eyeing you up and down.

Because of your little career, you certainly were popular and had deal with people like him before. You declined his offer. "I'm sorry but I have to decline."

He frowned. "Why?"

His friend started speaking up now. "Come on, sweet thing, we're just asking for your phone number."

You cringed at the petname, wishing nothing but to punch him in the jaw, if he wasn't twice of your size, that it. You shook your head, turning away to leave but one of them grabbed your wrist.

"Why are you playing hard to get, you bitch?!"

You started to get anxious again, trying to get free from their grasp but the air got knocked out of you as one of them punched you in the stomach. You fell on the ground. "HELP! SOMEBO-" You weren't able to finish as the powerful kick was delivered to your face.

Your eyes watered up, tears threatening to spill. They continued with their kicks and punches, beating you up to pulp. You would have certainly died had the police not arrived.

...

Draken stepped in his own room, expecting to see you but was met with empty and silent room instead. Sighing out of disappointment, he sat down on his bed, eager for rest after the meeting.

That's when the piece of paper caught his attention. He took it in his hands and started reading it, already guessing that it was from you.

But...His jaw dropped, eyes widening in shock, as he read the letter multiple times, thinking his eyesight was deceiving him. The blush creeped up on his cheeks, smile forming up on his lips.

There's no way he'd reject you. He loved you just as much.

The call on his phone snapped him out of his thoughts, seeing his friend's name, he picked up. "Yes?" Hearing his friend's panicked voice, anxiety creeped up in his body.

"Draken you h-have to hurry! [name] is in the hospital. Badly b-beaten up!" the person sobbed out over the phone.

Draken froze. "W-What..?" His voice was so weak and shaky, hardly processing whatever he just got told. He immediately rushed to his bike, driving to the hospital that his friend told to come to.

Draken was praying in his heart, praying to God that you'd survive. Despite his trembling hands, he was able to drive to the hospital without crashing with anything. But his safety didn't matter to him now. He rushed in the hospital, hurriedly going up to third floor where you were.

Your family members were already there, crying. Crying as if they lost their lifetime, only tragedy written on their face. Your friends sobbing in the corner. "Where is she? How is she?!" Draken asked, louder than he expected.

The sight before him making his skin crawl from fear, fear that he has lost you. One of your friend stood up, trying to calm down as they informed him. "[Name]...She's in critical condition. Doctors s-said she might not survive."

He could swear, he could swear that he felt his world falling apart to pieces, the ground beneath his shattering and dragging him in the void. He felt like there were ropes around his neck, choking him to death as he struggled to breathe.

He didn't know what to say. All Draken wanted to do was to see you and hold you in his embrace, but he just got informed that you might die.

"H-How did this happen?" He finally managed to speak up, his voice barely audible.

"She got jumped by some assholes and they beat her up to death. Police arrested them though."

His sorrow got replaced with uncontrollable anger. He wanted nothing but to beat those morons up to death, to actual death bed and deliver them to reaper with his own hands.

He sat down on the hospital chair, his knuckles turning white from the strength he was putting in his fists, his nails cutting his skin. He couldn't do anything else except waiting. He hated how helpless he was, not being able to help you at all.

He remembered the letter you wrote for him. I love you, Ken. He remembered your words, his heart starting to feel incredibly heavy. As if it was about to fall in his stomach from the weigh of grief he was feeling.

He sent his prayers to God, praying to him to don't take you away while the cold tears run down his cheeks.

"please, God...I can't live without her."

♡♡♡♡

Hii! I hope you're satisfied with this<333

Gosh, I LOVE angst.

[lazysublimeengineer]

"...I love you and I’ll never get tired of repeating it until your heart is satisfied…”

-excerpt from labyrinth

[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.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 7/5/2022

[mikeysoh]

i like you; ryuguji ken

warnings: unrequited love, angst.

“i like you.”

those were the words you uttered to the man standing in front of you. you waited for a response, and couldn’t help but get the smallest amount of hope when his mouth began to open.

“i’m sorry,” his voice was filled with pity. you already knew something upsetting was about to come out of his mouth, “but i like emma.”

your heart shattered, though you wouldn’t let him see. you plastered a smile on your face, seeming to show as if his admiration for emma didn’t bother you, which it did. 

“it’s ok, it’s just a crush, it’ll go away eventually.” 

draken smiled in relief, he didn’t want to have the burden of knowing you like him whilst he likes emma, it would make him feel bad. with those words shared, you parted ways. although as time went by, those feelings never went away, like how you wanted them to. 

your heart would flutter at any little mention of him, and whenever you thought of him a feeling of peace would wash over you. though that sensation would quickly pass when you reminded yourself that he didn’t like you, he liked emma.

you couldn’t be mad at him for it, nor you could emma. emma was beautiful, and was able to catch anyone's eye with something as simple as a smile. yet some part of you yearned to be her, to have draken like you, whether you knew or not.

often your mind would do a thing of its own, where it would imagine draken liking you instead of emma. though you knew that was false reality, and you had to accept he didn’t see you as he saw her. but was it that bad to be just a little selfish? to want him all for yourself, was it really that bad?

most would respond no, being a bit selfish isn’t that bad, though you knew you shouldn't feel that way. it wouldn't change the difference of how draken viewed both you and emma.

it crushed your heart seeing how much happier he seemed around her, something you didn’t pick up before. you could see how he smiled more often, and how he laughed more. it was a shame seeing how she didn’t catch on to his now obvious feelings.

you needed to move on, at times you would even go as far as to admire others on their looks, flaws, personality and more. though your heart couldn’t let go of the blonde haired man you took a liking to. 

you had no plans on telling draken how you still admired him, much more than the first time you told him. he thought you had moved on already, and you yourself shrugged it off as a crush, simply saying it will go away. 

though there were times where you contemplated whether you should or shouldn’t tell him. although you never did because you knew how captivated he was by her. you could see the look on his face when he was with her, and he never looked that way at you.

so here you were, with the two of them once again, admiring his beauty in silence, not listening to a word he was saying. a thought of telling him you still liked him, maybe even loved, came to your head again, though you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. you wouldn’t tell him.

because although it hurt to see him not looking at you, that was ok, because he looked happy. as long as he was happy, you were happy.

〜∼word count: 600+ words

[tokyomanjihoe]

title: too late - r. ken & h. shuuji

too late - chase atlantic

warnings: 18+ content so minors and ageless blogs dni. porn without plot, cucking, bondage (handcuffs), blindfolds, fem reader (she/her pronouns used), penetrative sex, teasing, degradation, objectification, dumbification, dacryphilia,  spit, choking/breathplay (mentioned twice), overstimulation, creampie, breeding, jealous draken, cumming untouched, very self indulgent, may be ooc. not proofread

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this shouldn’t turn him on. he shouldn’t get off on hearing your cries of pleasure and hiccuped moans. draken knows you’re overwhelmed, swears he can see the haziness in your eyes, knows that hanma’s fucking you dumb and yet he can’t do anything but sit there, naked and bound, hanma’s silk tie loosely knotted around his eyes and his hands shackled together in handcuffs. he’s been remanded to a chair, right in front of your bed, dick twitching with every one of your moans, the lewd smack of skin on skin filling his ears. he’d been given a front row seat to what was arguably the best show of his life, and yet he was robbed of his chance to bear witness to it. it was laughable, the fact that he was letting his enemy fuck his girl in front of him, that he was making you feel this good in his place. the desire thrumming in his veins made it worse, your moans settling low in the base of his spine, tendrils of lust causing his head to fall back, a heady groan escaping him.

hanma has your back flush against his chest, his left hand wrapped around your throat like a glove. he’s mean, cheeky and rough with you, his hand squeezing your neck ever so slightly as he fucks you, but you’re too fucked out from the two orgasms he gave you before this to even care. he hits that one spot inside you over and over with scarily accurate precision, thriving off your shameless moans, groaning when you clench down on him, savouring the way your head falls back onto his shoulder as your body shudders in pleasure. you’re so easy to read, your body a finely tuned instrument on which hanma plays the notes of your desire. 

“she’s a greedy one, isn’t she?” came hanma’s voice, teasing and slightly breathless as he thrusted into you, his question barely audible over the cascade of moans tumbling from your mouth. “taking my cock like a pro, aren’t you ashamed?”

hanma sees the way draken weakly fights his restraints, notes the way he gulps when you whimper for him, his adam’s apple bobbing in the column of his throat. he wonders if your little boyfriend has ever fucked you properly, and he’s sure the answer is no. he couldn’t have, if you’re falling apart on another man’s cock like this.

his voice turns deceptively kind, honey dripping from the vowels as he calls you his pretty slut, his hands gripping your cheeks so that your mouth is forced open before he spits into it, gleefully watching the way you swallow before he’s pushing you down so your ass is in the air and your face is buried sideways in the pillow. his pace quickens, and now he’s fucking you harder and faster than before. moans cascade from your lips in a waterfall of pleasure that sparks in your mind, bliss evident in the vacant expression plastered on your face. you’ve been cruelly overstimulated, each scrape of hanma’s cock inside you is electrifying, the feeling of his hands on your hips almost searing hot, but you can’t find it in you to tell him to stop, your body too busy being led off the cliff of your undoing, your third climax so close you can practically taste it. 

the blindfold slips down draken’s face, the silk caressing his skin as  he’s met with the sight of you splayed out in front of him, tears falling down your cheeks, eyes unfocused as hamna uses you, and he can’t stop the groan that bubbles out of his chest. the sight is so lewd, so taboo and yet draken can’t take his eyes off the ripple of your ass when hanma’s hips slap against it, his cock twitching with every moan issued from your lips.

if the sight of you is close to heaven, then surely hanma’s experiencing nirvana.

your cunt feels too good, the warm grip of your walls leaving hanma’s hips stuttering and breaths shaky as threads of pleasure diffuse through his nerves, the fire in the pit of his stomach blazing bright and hot. 

“gonna - f-fuck, i’m gonna cum. gonna fill you up, yeah?” he chuckles, breathless and raspy as you clench around him, pussy fluttering at his words. “greedy little whore, you like that? ‘m gonna breed you right here, in front of your boyfriend and you like that?”

you’re too far gone to respond, only able to nod dumbly, your eyes clouded over. to you, the world has disappeared; nothing exists outside of the heavy weight of hanma’s cock inside you, the burst of sinful satisfaction behind your eyelids and the fingers circling your clit becoming the axis on which your world spins. you’ve never felt so good, so high on pleasure that the faint rattling of your boyfriend's handcuffs and his stammered moans can’t reach you. hanma angles his hips, cock brushing against that spot inside you and your body seizes up, eyes rolling back as you cum, evidence of your climax spraying all over the bed and shuuji’s abdomen. the vice grip of your cunt pushes him over the edge too, his release milked from him as he groans, the timbre of his voice enough to make you moan once more.

draken was a sight for sore eyes, a cherry red flush painting his cheeks down to his chest, his hair a mess of flyaways with black strands stuck to his forehead. he was positively debauched, ribs heaving in oxygen as he stared at the objects of his undoing. jealousy simmered in his veins; he was angry and the fact that hanma had made you feel this good, made your mind so numb that you agreed to let him breed you. it should have been him, but as he sits there, streaks of white adorning his abs in a painting of depravity, he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed it.

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DRUNKEN STATE [PART 1 TO TRAITOR]

your boyfriend's drunken words and actions were all it took for you to know the truth

𖦹 Ken Ryuuguji x Fem! Reader

𖦹 warning/s : angst, cursing/use of profanity, Draken is using Reader, mentions of alcohol consumption, an au where in no one dies, everyone is aged up to 18+, betrayal, Toman lowkey being stupid, more angst, hurt/comfort <3, cheating, arguing

𖦹 I have to write this at some point in time 🤨🤚 also I'm on a Doraken x Reader brainrot so here's more for him

"Hey guys, have you seen Draken?"

the sound of your voice made Chifuyu and Takemichi jump "H— Hey! Y/n-chan what brings you here?" you raised a brow "I'm part of Toman 'fuyu"

"right right! uhm would you like some drinks? I'd get you some. what would you like? tequila, vodka— anything!"

"yeah uhh thanks have you seen Draken?"

the duo shook their heads almost immediately "oh him? no no we uhh we haven't seen him"

"you two look rather nervous. what's going on? did something happen to him? OH! look there he is" you made your way to the booth Draken was in

"wait wait wait— Y/n don't go in ther—" too late. before they could stop you, you were already inside the booth sitting beside Draken

"Love? hey are you alright?" you leaned in to press a kiss on his lips but he pushed you away making you confused

"stop it! Emma's going to think I'm cheating on her!"

you froze "what?"

"I said stop! Emma's going to—" before he could finish his sentence you slapped him. hard. you could see your hand print forming on his cheek but you could care less.

everyone's attention turned to you two, immediately running towards the booth to see the scene unfold

"how long?" confusion painted Draken's face "how long have you been with her?!"

"6 months. why?" a scoff left your lips

"did you guys know about this?" you asked the others without looking at them but they knew your question was directed at them

they exchanged looks, nodding at each other in agreement "y— yes"

"you knew and you never told me?"

"we never told you because we wanted to protect you a— and we knew your reaction would be bad. we don't want to hurt y—"

"YOU DON'T WANT TO HURT ME?! DO I LOOK LIKE I'M NOT HURTING?! I THOUGHT WE WERE SUPPOSED TO HELP EACH OTHER?! BE THERE FOR EACH OTHER!"

"WE WANTED YOU TO—"

"OH FUCK THE EXPLANATION MIKEY! I BET YOU DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO STOP THEM!"

"I DIDN'T STOP THEM BECAUSE I KNEW THEY WOULDN'T LISTEN"

"NO! YOU DIDN'T STOP THEM BECAUSE DRAKEN IS YOUR BEST FRIEND AND EMMA IS YOUR SISTER! YOU COULD'VE TOLD ME BUT NO— YOU DIDN'T!"

silence filled the room when they heard you sobbing "you're so selfish Mikey. all of you are so selfish"

"Y/n-chan we're—" you raised a hand cutting Takemichi's sentence off "stop. I now know why you two were so nervous a while ago and why you didn't want me to go the damn booth"

"Mikey" the said boy turned to you "I'm leaving Toman"

"what?" everyone stood there in shock "didn't you hear me? I said I'm leaving Toman. if the reason's still not clear to you then maybe because I don't want to be in a gang filled with traitors"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

and that happened a few weeks ago.

so here they were standing in shock as they stared at you who's now wearing a Valhalla jacket as you stood next to Hanma as if you're never a part of Toman

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Finish Your Work

Boss!Draken x Secretary!Reader

➤Summery: just… pure smut… idk what to say man😭

Warning⚠️: this is something you’d find directly off the hub like… pure smut, plot of u squint really hard

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»»——⍟——««A/n: I totally didn’t proofread this btw

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You push open the large door to your boss' office, walking inside and standing in front of his desk. "You needed me?"

Draken sits behind his desk, a smirk plastered on his face as he eyes you up and down. "Yes. Y/n, come over," Draken says, nodding his head over to behind his desk. You step behind his desk letting your eyes wander over his body. "Y/n. I told you to have these files filled out today, didn't I?" You nod slowly, looking at the paper spread on his desk. "Come here," he motions his hand to his lap, saying for you to sit on his lap. You do, straddling his knee. "You're going to sit here, and you're going to finish the work. Got that?"

You nod, reaching out for his pen and starting on the paperwork. Before you even begin, you feel Draken's hands slide around your waist, slowly going up your shirt. You shiver, feeling him put his hands closer and closer to your boobs.

"Ignore me, babe. Focus on your work," Draken whispers, his breath fanning against the skin on your neck, making goosebumps go over your entire body. You feel Draken press you down into his leg more, feeling his cock straining in his pants, laying directly across your leg.

Draken pushes you further up, reaching for his belt and undoing it, pushing his pants down far enough to pull his cock out. He pulls you back, pulling your skirt up over your waist. He puts his arm around you, holding you against his chest as he kisses your neck.

"No underwear, huh?" he smirks, feeling his cock press against your bare pussy. You begin to move your hips on his cock, feeling yourself get wetter. Draken lets out a breath, leaving opened mouth kisses on your neck. "What? You want my cock? You want me to slip into you?" he asks, his lips moving against your ear.

You nod, continuing to move against his cock. Draken smirks, moving his hips back slightly and pushing his cock into you, letting out a long sigh and closing his eyes. "So tight," he chokes out. He looks over to his desk, a smug grin pulling his lips, seeing your handshaking, the pen long-forgotten sitting on his desk.

"Finish your work, baby," he says. You bite your lip again, picking up the pen and trying to write again. "You feel so good around me. So snug." Squeezing me so hard," he groans, gently circling his hips. He pauses his movement, watching you bite your lip. "How about this: if you finish writing before you cum, then I'll fuck you, but if not, you don't get to cum. How's that sound? That sound fair?" Draken asks lowly.

"Y-yeah," you whimper, trying to speed up how you work. Draken smirks, leaning back and putting a firm grip on your waist, grinding his hips up into you. Your mouth drops open, feeling his cock drag your walls slowly, brushing against all the right spots. "Feel you squeezing," he pants, "you gonna cum?" Draken leans his head back, drowning in the way you squeeze him, positioning his hips so he can do sharper, faster thrusts.

He pants and curses, closing his eyes, letting his mouth fall open as you flutter around him. "Screw it," he says, reaching over you and moving the paper out of the way, pushing you up on the desk and pulling his hips back, getting a fast pace as he throws his head back, giving in to the pleasure of being buried in your pussy.

You moan over his desk, pushing your hips back into him and grinding into his thrusts, already feeling close to the edge. Within seconds, you cum, squeezing Draken's cock with a vice grip. He groans, his cock throbbing and twitching, him also seconds away from cumming.

After he counites to grind into you, feeling your walls ease up slightly, he resumes his thrusts, rough as he pushes you harder onto the desk. He works himself further, teetering on the edge of cumming. When he knows he can't take more, he pulls out, tugging hard on his cock and pushing himself over the edge, stepping closer to the desk and purposely cumming all over the papers.

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[maitani]

DON’T EXPECT MUCH — KEN RYUGUJI

note: part two | angst + manga spoilers

“ don’t expect much. “

draken voiced, glancing back at you as you were curiously glancing around the corridor to his bedroom. you were aware of his living situation and he never took you to see his home until now.

you nod your head, allowing to follow suit as he enters the makeshift bedroom. your eyes examined the walls then smiled, “ it’s pretty homey, actually. “

draken laughs, going to his bed and allowing you to inspect the room. you catch the wall of photos of his friends, hoping to see you there.

but one photo stood out more than the rest.

the photo of emma, hanging largely compared to the rest that are beside her and just enough to capture her glory. you were aware of what she was to draken, having to hear all those stories from his friends and gangmates.

he never told you much about her— maybe out of respect that you are his girlfriend. but still, you couldn’t help but stare at her longer, taking note exactly why he would fall for her for so long and have her photo be bigger than everyone’s, including your own.

“ what are you staring at? “

you flinch at the sound of his voice, accidentally knocking into his table that was in front of you and the wall making him eye you with concern. you stare up at him before turning back to the photos— there was more of her and him.

he carried bright eyes around her and you, well… you’d rather not say but there was definitely a difference. it was a shame that you were insecure of her— when she’s not even alive anymore.

and that’s where it hurts you, you are envious of a dead girl when she’s done nothing wrong but just holds his heart.

but when is she going to let it go?

“ hm? oh, i’m looking at your friends— look there’s me. “ you feigned a smile, pointing at the picture of you beaming to the camera— when that smile was pure and bright compared to the one you were sporting right now.

but that smile falls when you take note of where his eyes were at, not on you nor your picture.

but on hers.

“ hey.. um, i think i should go. “ you state quietly, slipping away from his side. you couldn’t be here, not in the same room as him or her— your chest was clenching painfully at the obvious establishments.

he was never yours to begin with.

draken catches your wrist, holding you still and raises an eyebrow. “ you just got here? “

you nod your head in confirmation, closing your eyes to hide the glossy eyes that you held and smiled at him, “ mhm, i forgot that i had to be home earlier today but thank you for showing me your home— really. “

“ are you sure? i can drop you off— “

“ just stay here, please. “

the way your voice began to shake, his shoulders drop that you weren’t feeling okay at all. he turns back to the photos and realizes, it was probably because of emma and the sad part is, he doesn’t blame you.

you shouldn’t have expected much.

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[dynamightsfave]

Dragonboy - Draken

draken x fem!reader soulmate!au

summary: draken had conflicted feelings about meeting his soulmate, but it all goes away when he finally does

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When Draken was younger, he thought little about his soulmate. He was too busy trying to keep his ass alive between fights and upperclassmen to pay much attention to the words inked on his hip. It wouldn’t matter anyways, the world he lived in wasn’t made for soulmates.

If there was something he’d learnt while growing up in the brothel, other than the absolute respect and worship every woman deserved, was that soulmates didn’t mean shit. People cheated on theirs constantly, and those who hadn’t found theirs preferred to live their lives without their other half. If they were such a burden, why bother about them?

But he couldn’t fool his own subconscious. Something in him yearned to meet that person that was meant for him, otherwise he wouldn’t be careful of the tattoo when he got into fights, avoiding being hit on his lower abdomen as much as possible. Or how his fingers traveled there as a habit, or when he needed to calm down.

When he met Mikey, one of the first things the shorter boy asked was “So you met your soulmate yet?”. After having given up on trying to understand the boy —he was literally walking willingly to a beating while eating a lollipop and talking about life with him as if they were best friends, Ken didn’t really know what his deal was— he sighed and grumped a “no”, adding “It’s not like I need them”. Mikey had simply hummed that time, one second before arriving to where the upperclassmen were and beating their ass.

Draken hated how invested Mikey was in finding his soulmate.

"For the millionth time, Mikey. It’s none of your business!"

"It is! You’re my best friend, Ken-chin, and you keep lying to yourself saying you don’t need your soulmate, when you are waiting for the moment you meet them," Mikey’s statement would’ve probably had more weight and impact if his mouth wasn’t half full with dorayakis and he wasn’t opening the next one. But those are just details "You know what I think? I think you’re just worried they’ll see how scary you look and they’ll run away. But you mostly want them to be safe and you think they don’t deserve this life."

"You’re one to talk," Draken rolled his eyes "You always say your soulmate is gonna be the best in the world, but you’re scared your life will destroy them."

Okay, so that was a low blow. Draken knew it, Mikey knew it, even fucking Takemichi knew it. But it was already said, and Mikey just swallowed what was left of the sweet in his mouth and nodded.

"Maybe," he admitted "But at least I don’t lie to myself."

Ken wanted to apologize, he did. But he was annoyed at Mikey and his pride was once again in the way. With a shake of his head, the vice president left the place, going back home, hoping a goodnight sleep would make him feel better.

[...]

He treaded inside the brothel, with the frown still on his face and stopped when he saw a new girl. Something made him stare at her, and although he could’ve scared off anyone else, she just tilted her head and chuckled.

"Whatcha looking at, Dragonboy?" she arched an amused brow.

Halt. He knew those words. He’d spent years scrunching his nose at the last one, and almost all his life dreading the moment he heard the whole sentence aloud. His mind went blank. No thoughts, just the girl in front of him and a tingling feeling on his hip. A feeling that slowly spread all over his body, making him feel warm and stupidly fuzzy. But Draken realized he didn’t hate it as he thought he would, he wasn’t worried about anything. What was he so worried about in the first place?

"I’m really hoping you don’t work here," he blurted, chuckling when she widened her eyes "Yeah, same. Nice to meet you, soulmate."

"What about you, are you looking for a distraction here?" she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes.

"W-What? No! No I uh- I live here," he stumbled over his words, suddenly embarrassed.

He blushed when she laughed loudly. He liked it.

"Relax Dragonboy, I’m messing with ya!" she kept laughing "I know you live here. My sister works here, I’ve actually seen you around a couple times. Never thought the vice president of a gang would be my other half," she slowly approached him, and Draken wondered if that was how others felt when he neared. Like a prey being hunted down "I’m not disappointed though," she wolfishly smirked.

"Have you stalked me or something?" he bored, playing along with his own smirk.

"Oh please, don’t give yourself so much importance. Like I said, I’ve been over here a couple of times before, and I’ve seen you around. And the Tokyo Manji Gang isn’t exactly invisible or secret if you know what I mean," she stopped right in front of him "Besides, you’re wearing your uniform right now."

Right. Totally forgot about the tiny meeting they’d had. Ken breathed a chuckle again, shaking his head and looking directly into her eyes.

"I’m Ryuguji Ken. People call me Draken."

"L/n Y/n. People call me Y/n, but you can call me yours," she winked.

"That was horrible," he snorted.

"Was it? Would meat buns make up for it?"

Draken blinked. Was she serious? It was at least three in the morning. But before he could deny, she was already walking outside the place and turning around at the door.

"Is that a no? I really have nothing to do right now, I think my sister has until five with that client she’s with right now. So unless you have something pending, which I totally understand... I’m hungry."

"What the hell," he shrugged "You better be paying, dumbass."

"Great, I got myself a mean soulmate," she rolled her eyes, but hesitantly reached for his hand nonetheless.

For the rest of the night, the two wandered around the streets of Tokyo, lights illuminating their forms and hands busy with food on one side and each other’s hand on the other. They talked and joked, they got to know each other, and by the time it was five, only two hours had passed, but to them, it felt like a whole lifetime. Y/n rested her head on Draken’s upper arm, the golden rays starting to decor her features.

"You know, if you being in a gang really worries you that much," she yawned, shifting to look at him "My dad has a dojo. I’ve been training in martial arts since I was five. So don’t worry your pretty head, Dragonboy."

Draken laughed. He really was worrying about nothing.

[unfinshedsentec]

hey!! i love your writing a lot! can i request a draken drabble based of the song pink in the night by mitski. maybe a mutual pining friends to lovers confession type thingy. thanks a lot ❤️

Heyy anon! Tysmmm for requesting, and sorry it took awhile!

I tired basing it off of pink in the night as much as I could, but I went more for the pining thing. Either way, I hope you like it💘

unrequited love|| k.ryuuguji (draken)

*emma has left the chat*

Pink in the Night by Mitski… It’s a great song, so, if you haven’t already, check it out!!

character pairing: draken x reader

word count. 1.4k*

tw: cursing, and a little bit of harassment in one part!

Ryuuguji Ken.

He's beautiful man. His blonde hair is so neatly tied up on a usual day, but when he lets it down, his lush gold locks could make anyone jealous. His stoic black eyes scare most people off, but when he gets to know you, those eyes could light up even the darkest days.

His casual attitude entrance most people, as he acted unintentionally cool, but to you, that funny irritated side of him was the best part of him.

And the dragon tattoo on the side of his head only topped everything off.

To sum it up, Ryuuguji Ken is perfect. So, it's no wonder that you fell in love with the perfect man.

Ever since you first met him, you had some sort of feelings for him, whether you noticed them or not.

At first, you were simply following your brother, Takashi, around. Your brother had dragged you out of your house due to the fact that you had locked yourself inside and avoided any interaction, which happened because of your depression.

Seasonal depression is a real bitch, isn't it?

Naturally, your brother got worried, and dragged you out, which eventually lead you to the large Toman meeting. You were scared of most people there, and because of that, you were out of place in the large group.

You quietly stood out to the side, awkwardly waiting for your brother to turn his attention back to you.

However, at some point you had managed to look so awkward that is caught the attention of Toman's vice-captain himself.

Apparently, you worried him to some extent, because he ultimately came up right behind you and tapped on your shoulder.

Naturally, you were startled by the tall, random, scary guy that was now directly in front of you. And as a result, you had a pretty shaky start.

"U-um, hello?" you said to the unknown guy.

"You...your Mitsuya’s sibling, aren't you? Y/n, right?" he responded.

"Yeah...and you are?"

"Draken, call me Draken" he casually spoke.

You had to admit, his naturally cool demeanor brought a blush onto your cheeks. He really was captivating, and for you, the captivation made you even more nervous than before, making you pretty much mute.

Thankfully, Draken spoke for you.

"You look like your scared to death of everyone...do you wanna follow me around until the meeting ends, y'know, so you won't be so awkward"

Nice to have someone else point out something you were already insecure of.

Regardless, you apricated his offer. After all, even you were craving some company, and Draken seemed to be a nice enough guy.

So, it couldn't hurt to stick around him, right?

Wrong.

It was because you stuck around him that you were in the very position, you're in right now.

Deeply in love.

Oh, how you loved him so much. You almost wanted to shout, "I love you!" from the rooftops, as your love gnawed at you more and more as each day passed.

But your love was one sided.

Draken had no feelings for you. He just saw you as a good friend that he was randomly nice to one day. It was just that and nothing more.

Even when you had one chance to be more than that, you waisted it. You tried, but you failed over and over again.

And because of that, you’re friends.

Just friends.

If only you had known the truth of what went through the blonde's head back then. But thankfully, you knew it now.

And that truth is what led you to your current happiness...

It all started on a cold winter day in the middle of December. Your cheeks were flushed a shade of red as the cold wind blew making you even colder. You seemingly shrunk into your large, comfy sweatshirt. Your pace quickly picked up as you walked along side Draken, who's tall ass was much faster than you were.

"Hey! Draken, wait up!" you yelled, not being able to walk faster.

"Oh, sorry. I'm just trynna get inside. It's way too damn cold out"

"No dip! Just walk a little slower!"

"Yeah yeah...waitt, I'll be right back, wait here!" he yelled, getting distracted by something and running away, leaving you completely alone in the cold.

"Asshole" you mumbled, cursing yourself out for not bringing something more than a sweatshirt.

"Hey, you okay?" a new voice said from behind you. Startled, you shot around, only to see a taller, brown haired guy with grey eyes. His eyes were warm and kind, and for an unknown reason, you felt an immediate trust and comfort in the new guy.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine! Just a little cold!"

"You can have my jacket!" the guy said, handing you his fuzzy winter jacket.

"No, I can't do that!" you said shoving his jacket back. "I insist!" he responded.

"Hell no, it's yours!"

"And I'm letting you borrow it!" he bickered, shoving his jacket back toward you.

"No!"

Suddenly, the new guy busted out laughing. Tears build up in his eyes from your odd bickering, that made you seem like an old married couple. The new guy's harsh laughing made you too, start laughing along with him.

And before you knew it, you guys were laughing so hard that you couldn't breathe. It was a good time, and it had been a while since you had so much fun.

After all, you were broken from being stuck in an unrequited love that you couldn't get out of, even if you're tried.

But quickly after you actually had fun, your heart dropped into your stomach as the man uttered his next words.

"Hey, your really fun! Why don't we go on a date sometime" they guy said, his body suddenly becoming a mere inches away from yours.

"I-I don't know about that" you awkwardly laughed, clearly uncomfortable.

"Awww, c'mon it'll be fun" the guy said, leaning his face down to yours. His face was so close to yours, that you could feel his breath fan against your lips. You tried backing away, but he kept his hands on your waist, keeping you right in that position.

"Hey, let me go!"

"Sorry babe, your just too pretty to let go"

Suddenly, you were pulled away from the brown-haired guy and pulled into someone else's arms. The other persons arms were large and warm, warming you up almost instantly.

You were able to lean on the other person's shoulder and take them in. And withing that instant, you knew who it was.

Their scent was just too familiarly wonderful. It made your heartbeat into your throat, and you shook merely from the shock of who you were now leaning into.

The person who had saved you, and you were currently being held by was none other than Draken himself.

Draken had saved you.

"Hey! What the fuck do you think your doing my s/o?!" he said, his deep voice vibrating throughout his chest. You could hear the anger and darkness that was laced in his voice. It was such an anger that could make anyone scramble at the beat of it, however, it only soothed you.

He made you feel safe, like he always had. And that was a reason why you fell for him. You felt safe.

"Their y-your s/o?! Uhh-umm.... I'm sorry! I won't doing anything like that again!"

"You better not, now scram!"

At that, the brown-haired man ran, leaving both you and Draken alone, you still being in his arms. You expected for him to let you go, but he didn't. He only continued to hold you as he spoke to you.

"Sorry I left you, I was just getting coffee for us" he softly said, almost lulling you in a way that only rain sounds could.

"It's fine, I didn't really expect anything like that to happen anyway" you said leaning into his chest further. The warmth you felt was nothing like any other warmth you had ever made contact with, and it completely got rid of the cold instantly.

And when Draken tightened his grip on you, you had ever felt happier. Something about the position you were in right now just seemed right.

"So...." Draken started.

"..Soooo"

"I know this might be random, but umm I sort've need to tell you something right now"

"U-umm, sure! What's up?"

"Uhh, I may or may not like you"

Your heart briefly stopped at his words, which you had been waiting to hear for such a long time.

You had been creating scenario's in your head for such a long time over his confession, but now that you were in the position where he actually allowed you to go out of the friend zone, you were left startled and extremely flustered.

"I-umm uhh... Holy shit uhm... I l-like you too.... Haha I r-really like you actually"

The blonde chuckled, before continuing.

"Oh fuck, I'm so relived. Anyway, we're going on a date now" he said, grabbing your smaller hands and dragging you along with him.

"Ahhh, wait up!"

From that moment on, you never felt lonely or depressed again. You weren't constantly pining after someone that you thought would never love you back.

You were now pining over someone who did love you.

You were in love.

And god, nothing made you happier~

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quick a/n: sorry if the vibe of this is off😭 I may or may not have been listening to the bellydancer song while writing this….

[lazysublimeengineer]

“The moon is beautiful, isn't it?”

-excerpt from snow on the beach

[torawro]

♯ miscellaneous works.

( ღ ) headcanons . ( ϟ ) drabble/oneshots. ( ☾ ) longer fics

HUNTER x HUNTER . . .

cult leader! chrollo ; ft. chrollo lucilfer ( ☾ ) 

having a sleepless night; ft. the adult trio ( ღ )

HAIKYUU!! . . .

listen to your senpai ; ft. yandere!koushi sugawara  ( ☾ )

types of kinks they would have  ( ღ )

fresh out the shower ; ft. hajime iwazumi  ( ϟ )

woof woof ; ft. kentaro kyoutani  ( ϟ )

love me back ; ft. issei mattsukawa  ( ☾ )

DEMON SLAYER . . .

the third night; ft. akaza ( ☾ )

house keep ; ft. shinjuro rengoku ( ☾ ) 

FRUITS BASKET . . .

i want you crying; ft. mean!shigure sohma ( ☾ ) 

SPY X FAMILY . . .

loid’s epiphany ( ϟ )

loid’s…interview methods ( ღ )

CHAINSAW MAN . . .

home is where the heart is ; ft. aki hayakawa (  ☾ )

hold you close ; ft. denji ( ϟ )

BLUE LOCK . . .

ass, tits or thighs?  ( ღ )

shidou ryusei’s cum ( ღ )

SOUL EATER . . .

consume. ( ϟ )

TOKYO REVENGERS. . .

club night; various fandoms  ( ღ )

new year’s kiss; ft. ken ryuuguji  ( ϟ )

feels just like a dream; chifuyu matsuno  ( ϟ )

serenade; ft. tetta kisaki  ( ☾ )

the other captain; ft. shuji hanma  ( ☾ )

GENSHIN IMPACT . . .

quiet perception; ft. neuvillette ( ϟ )

[jotatetsuken]

Moodboard Masterlist

I'm going to make moodboards a regular thing since I'm so grateful for the responses received with the moodboards and I'd love to look back at them :D I'll be adding to this list as and when I make them. Also, lmk if you want the drabbles in these moodboards to be made into oneshots <333

Ryuuguji (Draken) Ken - Y2K Aesthetic

Kenma Kozume - Cute Date Aesthetic

Nozel Silva - Soft Aesthetic

Tooru Oikawa - Blue and New Love Aesthetic

Atsumu Miya - 70's Aesthetic

Atsushi Murasakibara - Grunge/Sunset Aesthetic

Atsumu Miya - Soft/Pastel Aesthetic

Tetsurou Kuroo - Dreamcore

Wakatoshi Ushijima - Nightluxe

Suguru Geto - Black and Gold

Ryomen Sukuna - Goblincore/Fairycore

Shuuji Hanma - Lovecore (suggestive)

Shinichiro Sano - Indie

Daichi Sawamura - Cottagecore

Mirko - Baddie

Kei Tsukishima - Light Academia

Jotaro Kujo - Gold

Kento Nanami - Dark Academia

Ermes Costello - Beach/Summer Vibes

Rintarou Suna - Confession on a rooftop at dawn

Hajime Iwaizumi - Monochromatic

Julius Novachrono - Soft Aesthetic

Megumi Fushiguro - Chilling in the car and home

Levi Ackerman - Cleaning with him + Simp + Control Freak (suggestive)

[anomia-sama]

♔Meeting at court ♔

Welcome to my Kingdom, oh precious wanderer!

I’m Anomia and I’m the queen of this land this is a personal blog I’ll use to share with all of you my passions: anime, manga, tv series and writing.

I never did it before, so I’m kinda a beginner, but I read a lot about it and I just wanna try to write scenarios, headcanons and oneshots.

But, first of all, let’s know each other!

♔ Anomia  ♔  

So, who am I?

That’s a really good question, thanks for asking.

⊱ Name: I love my privacy, so I will present myself as Anomia or Anomia-sama (feel free to call me Your Highness, I won’t complain).

⊱ Age: This is a royal secret, but I’m an oldie.

⊱ Pronouns: she/her

⊱ Occupation: I’m a young psychologist and I hope to become a writer.

⊱ Passions: Chocolate, anime, music, books, flowers.

⊱ About me: I started writing when I was pretty young, almost 14 years ago. During my life I wrote short stories and fanfiction, I’m a Roleplayer (not here on Tumblr) and when I’m not working I’m probably writing something. English is not my first language, so please be patient with my errors and gently correct me, I will apreciate it! I write quite better in my mother language, Italian, so if you are an italian fan don’t hesitate! Scriverò su richiesta nella nostra bellissima lingua.

⊱ Warnings: As I told, I have a job and a private life. So, there will be time when I need to work hard, temporarily neglecting my hobbies.

♔ What can you ask for? ♔  

⌈ Scenario ⌋

Well, when I talk about scenarios, I mean a very short story involving you and the character you’re asking for or two different characters. Scenarios often don’t have a proper plot, but describe one single situation or scene. 

Example: A romantic scenario with Satoru Gojo. 

⌈ Headcanon ⌋ 

If you’re here, you perfectly know what a headcanon is, don’t you? You can ask for a headcanon list about one or more characters. I write generic headcanons, couple headcanons, Character x Reader headcanons. 

Example: Headcanon about Osamu Dazai having a crush on y/n. 

⌈ One-shot ⌋ 

A One-shot story can be short or long, following my inspiration, it has a plot and a specific storyline. It’s more descriptive and detailed than a Scenario, it includes dialogues and consequently it requires me more time, expecially in english. So, if you ask for a one-shot, please be patient!

Example: A One-shot about Dabi and his s/o shopping (lol). 

♔ What do I write about? ♔  

I’m just a beginner and I write about anime I actually watch but not about every single character. 

However, I can try to do it sometimes, and maybe you can introduce me to new anime or new characters.

The list is always being updating.

Jujutsu Kaisen: 

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Ryomen Sukuna

Yūji Itadori 

Megumi Fushiguro 

Nobara Kugisaki 

Yūta Okkotsu 

Toge Inumaki 

Maki Zen'in

Kento Nanami 

Yu Haibara

Junpei Yoshino

Naoya Zen'in

Bungou Stray Dogs:

Osamu Dazai

Ranpo Edogawa 

Atsushi Nakajima

Doppo Kunikida

Akiko Yosano

Kyouka Izumi 

Ryunosuke Akutagawa 

Gin Akutagawa

Kouyou Ozaki 

Chūya Nakahara

Mori Ogai

Michizō Tachihara

Suehiro Tetchō

Saigiku Jōno

Tokyo Revengers:

Manjiro "Mikey" Sano

Shinichiro Sano

Emma Sano

Izana Kurokawa

Kazutora Hanemiya

Keisuke Baji

Chifuyu Matsuno

Takashi Mitsuya

Ken "Draken" Ryuuguji

Hajime "Koko" Kononoi

Seishu "Inupi" Inui

Ran Haitani

Rindou Haitani

Haruchiyo "Sanzu" Akashi

Shuji Hanma

Kakucho Hitto

Others (you can propose other characters, I will tell you if I'm ready to try!)

♔ How to...? ♔

Now that we know each other, you can just read my rules and ask! 

Requests are officially OPEN!