#ryuguji ken drabbles

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❈ 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 ❈

❝one day i will stop falling in love with you, some day, someone will like me like i like you.❞

♡ manjiro sano ♡

pt.1, pt. 2

a/n: highly requested for pt. 2!! you ask and i shall deliver 😌

content: mikey x reader (y/n), very heavy angst, right person wrong time, you’re mikey’s childhood friend, he’s getting married (lolz), not grammatically checked/edited

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it was currently seven in the evening, the newlyweds bid the last couple of guests goodbye. throughout the whole event, mikey tried his very best to plaster on the most convincing smile he possibly could to mask the chaos going on inside him. 

there was never a second where you’ve left his mind, ghosting through every lane in his brain as he couldn’t focus on anything but you. he felt guilty, knowing that perhaps his marriage wasn’t going to last as long as he had hoped for. 

“better invite us to the housewarming party, sano. your wife’s cookies are no joke.” pah nudged mikey, a small laugh leaving his chapped lips as he faintly nodded his head. mikey watched pah walking towards the door before suddenly stopping, watching as his friend bent down to fix the bottom of his wife’s dress. the hopeless boy couldn’t help but watch, observing the affection and love reciprocating between pah and his wife, before they both left together. 

in the back of his mind, the memory of you zipping up his jacket properly during the cold winter season, lending him your scarf and making sure that he was all warm and snuggled up was fresh in his mind. you always made sure that he never got sick and when he did, you would ditch everything in your agenda to make it your business to nurse him back to health. 

no one has ever cared for him like you have and mikey knew what he had to do. 

“honey?” the voice of his wife awakened him from his train of thoughts, turning his head to the side as he was met with a warm smile. god, he felt so guilty for what he has done and was about to do. 

“yeah?” he responded, waiting for her to ask.

“i was thinking that the two of us could have a small movie night when we get home.” she suggested, eyes twinkling with hope as mikey gulped harshly. 

home.

they bought a house together and planned to live there forever until time was up. but, he always wished that it was you instead. mikey couldn’t bare to look her in the eye, clearing his throat as he tried to think of an excuse. 

“it’s been a long day, you must be tired. i’ll drop you home and go over to ken-chin’s place since he suddenly left and isn’t answering my calls. get some rest, okay?” he lied straight through his lips, and his poor wife was too naive and quickly sympathized with it. 

“of course, i hope him and y/n are okay. let me know what happens, hm?” suddenly, she wrapped her arms around him, making him freeze. 

it felt so wrong, like he was being suffocated. mikey didn’t like this one bit at all, it felt too new and unpleasant. he’s been with ___ for a couple years by now and these things were never an issue. yet, after your sudden confession, the regret of not coming clean to his feelings years back ate him alive. 

“hm, let’s go.” mikey gave her a smile, placing a hand on her back as he led her out of the church. 

the drive to his house was not very long, giving him enough time to quickly slip out of the annoying suit as he slipped on a pair of jeans and a flannel. he saw his wife sitting on the couch, a small bag of chips in her hands as she munched on the salty snack while watching a rom-com movie. she noticed him and gave him a wave, making mikey want to rip his hair out as he just wanted to tell her the truth. 

but, he wasn’t ready yet. 

he walked over to her and place a faint kiss on her forehead before looking down at her. 

“i’ll be back soon.” mikey assured, making her nod as she watched his figure walk out of the front door. 

the ride to the brothel was about thirty minutes, making mikey curse on why he bought a place that had to be so far. the urgency to see you grew stronger and stronger with every light and block he passed. mikey quickly parked his car after arriving in front of the brothel before rushing out to go up to the floor where you and draken lived on. 

the elevator dinged and he stepped off, now standing in front of your door. his breathing became irregular, anxiety swallowing him up whole. all the possibilities of you hating him and banishing him away from your life scared him to death. a shaky fist came up to the wooden door, knocking twice. 

the door opened, revealing his tall best friend, staring down at him with a death stare that made chills run down his spine. 

“ke-”

“what do you want?” draken brashly cut him off, making mikey’s lips agape as this sudden behavior from his right-hand man was completely unexpected. surely he knows that you might’ve ranted to draken about whatever happened between you two, but usually draken doesn’t like to get involved in neither your or mikey’s personal life. 

“i just came to see y/n and talk with her, five minutes is all i’m asking for.” mikey chewed on his lower lip, eyes sternly on his shoes as he couldn’t bare to see his friend look at him with such hate-filled eyes. draken bitterly laughed, making mikey wince in pain as he knew that this was going to be bad.

“oh, so now you wanna see her, huh? you disappeared for nine fucking years, sano. nine damn years! you didn’t care about my little sister at all, whether she was alive or dead. did she tell you that she fell sick from not eating because she was looking for you? how she couldn’t sleep a single night in peace ‘cause she thought you were dead? of course not, you were too busy being blind and fucking some other bitch.” draken yelled through gritted teeth, making mikey look up at him with anger. 

“mind your fucking words, don’t call ___ a bitch.” the shorter spat out, tension growing between the both. 

“how rude of me, i forgot that you were a gentleman. well then, goodnight.” draken scoffed, attempting to close the door before a foot lodged into the remaining space. 

“please, all i’m asking for is five minutes.” mikey begged, tears welling in his eyes. 

“you had nine years to talk to her, but you didn’t. there is no five minutes, mikey.” the taller spoke, voice know cracking as mikey’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“w-what do you mean? where’s y/n? don’t just stay quiet, answer me!” he grabbed onto draken’s arms, only to have it harshly ripped away from his grasp. 

“she’s dead! y/n is dead, my sister is gone.” the tears that draken has been holding on since mikey has arrived came flooding down, as he glared at his best friend with bitterness. 

the words kept on repeating inside of mikey’s mind, taunting him as it felt like time has stopped. for some reason, it felt as if his body turned into stone, he couldn’t move. suddenly, a wave of rage began to build up, making him grit his teeth before balling his fists. anger clouded his sight as all he saw was red, eyes darkening.

“you piece of shit!” mikey bellowed, lunging towards draken before landing a hard punch on his jaw. remi screamed in horror, panicking as she saw both men breaking out into a violent fight. 

“you knew about her tumor! you fucking knew and you didn’t tell me?! what kind of a fucking friend are you, traitorous jackass!” mikey continued to throw endless amounts of punches on draken’s face, receiving some back as well, but no matter how hard draken hit, he felt numb. 

“stop!” remi yelled, before throwing her shoe at mikey’s head, making him wince at the stinging pain the heel left. draken was on the ground, breathing heavily as he shoved the smaller figure on top of him to the side. 

“do you think that beating each other to death will bring y/n back? do you think she’ll be happy? huh?!” the girl sobbed, landing a hard slap on each of their cheeks as both draken and mikey looked down at the floor in shame. 

“her death was inevitable, that tumor was a ticking bomb. she’s finally free from those painful chemo sessions, headaches, vomiting and seizure episodes. she won’t suffer anymore.” remi sadly smiled, body trembling as draken pulled her into his chest. 

“i deserved to know, she was my other half.” mikey lowly spoke, tears pooling in his eyes, blurring his vision. 

“you didn’t deserve shit, sano. all y/n has ever done is love you with all her heart. you were her world, everything revolved around you. yet, you failed to notice that. what did you do instead? you fucking disappeared without a word. oh and even better, you found some chick too. you never cared about my baby sister, you didn’t! so stop acting like the victim here.” draken sneered, meeting mikey’s teary eyes as he grew quiet.

“i was trying to protect her, i was afraid that my presence in her life would do more harm than good. i was scared that one day something bad would’ve happened to her because it involved something to do with me. i couldn’t risk it, that why i even disbanded toman.” mikey explained, breaking out into a painful cry as his heart bled. 

“did you even love her?” draken questioned, watching the man in front of him choke on tears. 

“god, i loved her to the moon and back! she was all that i could think of every second that i breathed. if i knew sooner, then i would’ve never left. i would’ve never been a coward, i’d stay by her side to protect her. i could’ve had more time!” mikey yelled in agony, making draken grab a hold of him. 

“it would’ve never been enough! y/n didn’t tell you because she knew that it would’ve destroyed you.” draken hugged him, patting his back as remi joined them both as well. 

after a few minutes, draken decided to take remi outside for a small walk, feeling like they needed some fresh air. this gave mikey some time to go see you. he hesitated for a bit, not being able to face you even though you were long gone. but, he eventually mustered up the courage and opened your door. 

there, you laid on the bed like a pretty flower, your skin pale as snow due to the life in you being drained out. 

“i know you told me that you didn’t wanna see me again, but i missed you. i don’t wanna let you go, y/n. i can’t live without my other half, i love you so much.” he cried, stroking your cold face as his tears fell on your cheek. 

if only he knew, he would’ve cherished you longer. 

---

mikey walked inside his house, eyes swollen from crying in the car, nearly getting into an accident twice from his blurred vision. 

he saw his wife with a teary face, her friend my her side rubbing her back. the both of them noticed his appearence, and instead of a look of relief, the both of them looked angry. 

mikey stood in his place, watching his wife rise from her spot and walking towards him before landing a harsh slap on his face. 

“you fucking cheater! you don’t love me, i was your escape route. you love y/n, don’t you?” she asked, voice becoming shaky as she looked at mikey through glossy eyes. 

mikey remained quiet, and there she got her answer. 

“i knew it, i knew it! yet i still had some trust and hope within you that my guts were wrong. that maybe those little gestures you both gave each other was nothing but platonic. i was wrong, you and that two-faced bitch lied to me!” she screamed in agony. 

“watch you mouth! you don’t get to call her that, you heard me? everything that she has ever done for anyone was nothing but a selfless act. you don’t know her.” mikey said through gritted teeth, making his wife scoff. 

“yeah? well, you can now go back to her and continue to kiss her mighty ass ‘cause i want a divorce.” she sternly said, crossing her arms over her chest before walking to the door with her friend. 

“i’ll get you the papers by next week.” mikey bluntly said, not even trying to fight or defend himself. he was tired and he didn’t want to live in an unhappy marriage for the rest of his life knowing that his heart belonged to you and only you. 

“why? i wish to cut my ties with you as soon as possible.” she said with disgust laced in her tone. 

“because i have to attend y/n’s funeral.” mikey deadpanned, making his wife’s mouth gape open. 

“huh, guess karma is real. that’s what you get, sano.” his wife’s best friend taunted, making his now ex-wife giggle. 

“i’ll come tomorrow to get my stuff. i can’t stand to stay here for another minute. also, i hope that two-faced bitch burns in hell.” she cockily said before heading out the door, slamming it shut. 

---

it’s been about a month since you’ve died and mikey hasn’t visited your grave yet. he was there for your funeral, seeing how draken never requested the morgue people to not take off the promise ring you both have on your pinky finger. but, he didn’t stay for the burial. 

mikey sat on the bench by the river, sighing as he fished out the pack of cigarettes he bought earlier. he opened the lid, plucking one of them out before placing it on his lips. as he brought his lighter closer to the end of the cigarette, your voice echoed in his mind. 

“see, much better than cigarettes. but i was being serious, mikey, i don’t wanna see those near your lips or reach ever again. swear on my life?”

he took it out, placing it back in the package. mikey stood up, walking towards the garbage can before throwing out the pack of cigarettes. 

mikey decided that it was time to see you.

he reached your grave as you were buried in the nearest cemetary, easy for your sibling to visit you on the weekends. mikey sat in front of your tombstone, placing the cup of chocolate pudding on the ground. 

“felt like you wanted some.” he smiled, opening up his own as he took a scoop of the sweet treat in his mouth. 

“how did i do it, y/n? how did i live all those years without you? now that you’re gone, i feel suffocated. it feels like i’m falling in this bottomless pit with no one to save me.” mikey’s voice broke, tears stinging his vision as he bit his lips to conceal a choked out cry that itched to leave his throat. 

“you just have to find happiness again, mikey.” a soft voice spoke from behind him, the familiarity of the tone set chills all over his body. he turned around, eyes widening in shock as he couldn’t believe it. 

“y/n?” he called out, but it was barely a whisper. mikey knew that you were dead, and that perhaps he was going insane, but he didn’t care. 

you smiled at him, taking a seat in front of him as you grabbed the chocolate pudding he brought for you. 

“are you real?” mikey finally mustered up the courage to ask, making you chuckle as you grabbed his hand. your flesh was cold, making him intertwine his fingers with yours in an attempt to give you some of his warmth. 

“it’s time to let me go, mikey. you have to live, travel, start a family and just be happy; without me.” your eyes held so much sadness and depth, it no longer twinkled with hope like before, making his heart ache. 

“i can’t. i need you by my side, y/n. please, come back.” he begged, shaky hands coming up to cup your face. tears began to stream down his face as he softly cried, making you sigh as you pulled him in a hug. 

“do you remember our first meeting?” you asked, gently stroking his hair as he nodded. 

“i told you, there’s too much love in this world to be consumed by regret or grief. i’m not saying that you shouldn’t grieve, but you have to pick yourself up and continue with the rest of your life eventually. that’s what i want, mikey.” you spoke, making him look at you with glossy eyes. 

“if only i knew sooner, i would’ve done things so much more differently.” mikey sniffled, making you shake your head in disagreement. 

“that’s why i didn’t tell you. my condition would’ve consumed you and i didn’t want that. i didn’t die in vain, i died knowing that i had a loving family and person who loved me for who i am. i’m happy, mikey and it’s time that you find that happiness too.” you assured, kissing his forehead as small drops of rain began to fall. 

“i envisioned a happy life with you, with one or maybe two little kids running around our house. ken-chin and remi visiting us on christmas, road trips and so much more. i’ll wanted to marry you, y/n! you’re the only girl that i have ever loved, the one my heart belongs to.” mikey broke down, trembling as the rain drenched him. you couldn’t help but let a few of your own tears fall, watching the man that you love crumble to pieces. 

“then marry me, sano.” you looked at him with adoring eyes, making him shoot you a confused look. you took off the promise ring on your pinkie before handing it to him. he took off his as he placed it in your palms, eyes never leaving yours. 

he slid on the ring on your ring finger as you did the same to him. mikey gave you a soft smile before caressing your cheek.

“god, i love you so much.” mikey mumbled under his breath, leaning in for a kiss. you accepted it, and for some reason, your lips felt warm and soft. 

“i love you too, which is why i need you to live for me. i’ll always be here with you mikey, somewhere safe and sound.” you placed a hand over his heart, making him cry harder as he nodded. 

“okay. i’ll try, for you.” he offered you a broken smile, kissing your hands as you hummed. 

“goodbye, mikey.” you said, and it made his heart drop. 

“wait! don’t leave just yet! ple-”

but it was too late because now it was just him who sat alone by your grave. mikey saw that the pudding he got for you was gone, making him believe that the vision or ghost of you was in fact real. 

you came back to him, even if it was for a moment. 

mikey knew that he had to give his life a chance, a chance that you never got. which is why he promised to live to the fullest for you. 

---

big flashing lights nearly blinded the famous race car driver as he cleared his throat, waiting for the interviewer to bombard him with questions. 

“mr. sano! what a pleasure to have you here, thank you for joining us today.” the woman politely said, making mikey give her a small smile. 

“the pleasure’s all mine, thank you for having me.” mikey smoothly replied, making the crowd swoon. for a man that was pushing his mid-thirties, mikey looked amazing, without a doubt. his voice was crisp and honey-like, making it hard for people to resist him. 

not to mention the generous heart he has. 

the interview was pretty long, consisting of questions that made mikey talk about his childhood, goals and inspirations. until the burning question hit him like a truck. 

“mr. sano, you’ve got quite a fanbase.” the interviewer started off, being cut off by the loud squeals of mikey’s fangirls, making him chuckle. 

“we all want to know, are you single?” the question pondered in his head, but mikey knew the answer and didn’t hesitate. 

“i’m not, actually.” he revealed, making people gasp and scream from shock. 

“who’s the lucky girl if i may ask?” the interviewer continued to ask for further information. mikey smiled, thinking about the only woman that will ever own his heart. 

“my best friend, y/n. she’s my wife who unfortunately passed away a few years ago due to an inoperable brain tumor. she’s the love of my life and i miss her every day. i funded the research foundation for inoperable brain tumors in memory of her. she’s the biggest inspiration in my life and i hope she’s happy when she watches over me.” mikey spoke into the mic, making the crowd briefly go silent before a loud wave of claps echoed through the room. 

“you’re a great man, mr. sano, i’m sure your wife is very proud of you. she sounds like an amazing woman.” the interviewer offered a consoling smile. 

“she was. y/n was brilliant, she was smart and talented in almost every aspect. she’s my other half, which is why it made it hard for me to learn how to live without her after she passed away. but, she always told me how there was too much love in this world and i shouldn’t be consumed by grief. so, i picked myself back up and started something to give other people hope for a better tomorrow.” mikey explained, seeing how the audience was in tears from his heart-touching words. 

for a breif moment, mikey saw you amongst the crowd. his eyes widened, seeing you in a beautiful cherry sundress, similar to the one you wear every summer in high school. you were clapping and you blew him a kiss, to which he caught as his eyes teared. 

mikey knew that he would never stop falling in love with you and that he would let you break his heart over and over again. 

because his heart belong to you and only you. 

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

TR Men: Spanking them 18+ Ft: Draken, Taiju, Hanma, Ran, Chifuyu, Smiley, Wakasa, and Rindou TW: ass slapping, suggestive language, and themes. Resident: @enchantedforest-network A/N: Am I the only one that wants to spank their asses?!?! Nah I know there are a few that would love to give them a nice spank. Maybe they would give you one in return teehee~.

Wakasa

Minding his own business the man who owns the gym has some strong cheeks.. buns of steel to be exact. Just one good swat on the butt that was all he was fine with the first time it happened but as it happened throughout the day it became a bit annoying to him. It didn’t sting or hurt him; he just let you play on till the gym became empty. As you were helping him put the equipment up. Swiftly coming from behind without even using all his strength, hand opening widening his fingers making direct contact with your ass. It made you yelp, feeling the stinging warm sensation on your ass cheek. “One spank was okay, two was pushing, three you were gonna get one in return babe,” he spoke so smoothly he had a slight stinging sensation in his hand. “But I do love the sound of my hand making contact with your ass... Even sounds better without the leggings.”

Chifuyu

Chifuyu was checking inventory in the pet shop when you passed by. He didn’t think anything until he felt your hand make contact with his ass. He looked up from his clipboard and looked at you as you casually went to grab something on the other side of the stock room. Turning around seeing the smile on your face caused him to slightly blush. “Must you keep doing that?” bashfully said as you got closer he turned around making sure you were doing it again. You had told him in the past he just has a smackable ass. Making sure when you left he was able to finish work. He was constantly having his eye on you during the whole day. You would know when his guard was down not paying attention to anyone. When he would least expect it he would feel another spank.

Hanma

He doesn’t mind it, he treats it almost like a game throughout the day. Who can get the most ass slaps? “Oh come on babe just admit you're gonna lose again today.” He cockily spoke. You refused to let him win this round. It was going to be your day. It was a back-and-forth as the day went on. He would get one and you would get one but with his wide range and agility, he managed to maneuver having you miss his ass. Thinking he secured his win for the day his arms wrapped around you. “Told ya I would win again.” flashing a grin down at you.  You had a bit of a pout on your face, not wanting to admit your defeat to his gloating face. But this would be a perfect opportunity to get one nice one on his ass. When you spanked his ass he didn’t flinch he just laughed “damn babe with this close range you think your smacks would be a bit more harder.” he spoke in a taunting voice before his hands laid a good smack on yours. 

Rindou

The man was working out. He was in his own zone having his headphones on and listening to music while he was doing his weightlifting. The man had some fitting shorts on when he would bend down and grab a weight you could see his glutes nice against his shorts. You weren't even working out, it never occurred to you to give his butt a little swat before. You had to wait for the right time. Once he dropped one of his weights and before went to pick another one up you would have an opportunity. Counting his reps as he was getting closer to almost his set. Rindou thought you were going to get some weights that were next to him. He bent over getting ready to grab a heavier one but he stopped as soon as he felt something smack on his ass. He got up quickly looking at you pulling down his headphones “What the hell was that for ?!” he looked at you with a tinge of pink on his cheeks.  He didn’t know how to react to that for a moment.

Ran

“Oh, kinky are we?” Ran spoke in a playful tone. Of course, your ass taps were more of getting his attention. It signaled him to give you his full undivided attention. His mesmerizing eyes fixated on you, and his hands were in his pockets. The sound of his footsteps coming closer as there was no gap between you both. His hand snaking around your waist, his hand relaxing against your ass. “You have my full undivided attention, my dear. What is it that you desire?”  you felt the firm squeeze of his hand grasping onto your ass. You felt yourself becoming more pressed against him. “I’m waiting.” he cooed softly as you brought his head closer to yours. 

Taiju

You were having a brat moment and he was your tamer every single time. But being more bratty than usual when he told you he was going to throw you over his shoulder he meant it. Your abdomen was on his shoulder as he began walking with you. You insisted he put you down, you were moving around a lot. You felt a spank on your ass from him “Stop it now.” He spoke in a stern tone. You puffed your cheeks out. Looking down at his backside, your arms were able to give him a taste of his own medicine. You thought you slapped some type of stone... It hurt you more than it hurt him. Just when you felt the sting in your hand you felt another slap on your ass. “Knock it off already. You must like when I tap your ass like that you keep acting bratty more when I do it. ”

Draken 

You were only able to spank him one time. It only took one time for him to notice when you were trying to spank him again.“What has gotten into you about wanting to slap my ass?” he caught your hand before it made contact with his ass. He didn't let go of your hand. He waited for a response from you. When finally coming clean about the reason why it was to prove Mikey you were able to spank his ass instead of him always spanking you. He looked across the room to see Mikey with a smirk. Draken closes his eyes for a moment and sighs “You need to stop trying to prove things to him. He is not the one who is going to have to deal with me later on tonight, it's you.” 

Smiley

It's an open field day when you spank his ass. He is the one who always loves giving you a nice spank then grabs a handful of your ass. So it would take him a moment to process when he feels the small tap on his ass. Then question himself ‘Did they just do that?’  when he makes eye contact with you a devilish grin appears. Now he is hunting you down like a predator with his prey. “Ohhhh you wanna play. Let’s play.” the chuckled company by the grin. He is chasing you around the house wanting to leave a nice handprint on your supple bottom. Nahoa would finally catch you and just the spanking on your ass would turn him on leading to another event that will make you not want to get up in the morning.

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riding plug!draken until you squirt on his chest..😵‍💫

content warning: mentions of weed, slight foot play, praise kink, squirting, overstim, infidelity, daddy’s used, pet names (pretty girl, princess)

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your hands intertwining with his..holding you in place as you pounce up and down on his cock. Practically impaled on that big dick, letting every inch engulf you each time you propel. Your entire frame bending and folding back as you let out shrill cries. “Mmphm! Baby..” “It’s alright, keep going. You’re doing good..” his deep voice encouraging you as he lie underneath that curvy frame. Brown eyes glazed over in red as he siphons another whiff of the potent blunt he’s nursing and exhales the cloud of smoke into the air. Filling the atmosphere along with the scent of your sex, music and glowing lights scattered around your frames. You’re going as fast as you can..gasping for breath as his tip begins to press at your swollen g-spot..prodding away to increase your pleasure. Something your man could never do…but behind these four walls of his condo bedroom, you were Ken’s responsibility and he’d always make certain you left satisfied..even when you came more times than you could handle!

“ ‘S too much, daddy..so fucking big..” drawing out in a whispery cry but he knew you could handle it. After all, you had taken this dick many times before…you were just never on top. Besides, it had been a while since he’d been able to stretch that little pussy; conforming it to his own shape once more so you may have been struggling. Even so, he’d just laugh..slapping your ass with a heavy hand and keep encouraging you along.. “..but you can take it. My pretty girl always takes this dick so good, don’t you? Look at you creaming on it..you got this.” letting you work his cock the best way he saw fit. Until..

“Ahh! Fuck, fuck…Kenny!—I can’t..”

an ear shattering cry that only brought a smile to his face. Especially when he watched you reach for your extra sensitive clit and massage it until he felt stick juices rain down onto his chest, face and abs. A mess he’d lap up any day like an obedient dog. Smirking as tears streamed down your gorgeous face, Ken grasped at your trembling legs..bringing your ankle and foot that had gotten caught in the brunt to his lips to lick up the remnants before tugging you further towards his face to sit you atop it. “Daddy’s so proud of you, princess. Took all that and came so good for me..” massaging on your back to calm you down in the process; slightly scraping his nails into your pretty brown skin.

“Lemme give you a lil’ reward. C’mere..sit that ass on my face.”

[kenslilove]

᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Repost of Draken having the horsecock canon ™️ of the TR universe

AN. I said I needed something heavy on my tongue… ken is heavy, huge, barley fits. Just how we like it. Yes this is a repost, yes it makes me dizzy and I hope it does the same for you <33

W. NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI short and sweet, but not darken’s cock, he’s soft with you despite his massive shlong, very soft pet names like baby girl and princess, size kink for sure, gagging, you just really wanna take him all in but it’s a work in progress ///: <3

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He knows it’s not nice to chuckle when your on your knees for him, giving him the pleasure, focusing on his needs

But he just can’t help it. He can’t help it because it’s just so cute how you look at his cock. With furrowed brows, lips pursed with a bit of defeat, want, determination. It’s all tied in on that scrunched up look on your face. Not to mention just how small your hand looks pumping his girth, fingers just barely able to touch one another once you pump all the way down to his base.

He can’t hold it back, it’s a soft little noise that only makes you pout more.

“Baby girl, S’okay—“

“No Ken, m’gunna do it. Gunna take it all.”

You said that last time, and the time before that. And probably even the time before that. He knew you wanted to be able to take all of him, wanted your throat stuffed full of him and your nose pressed up against his pelvic bone.

But Draken also knew, simply put, that he was hung. And even as your pretty lips brushed over his tip, giving it a loving kiss before smearing your shiny lipgloss down his major vein. He knew he wasn’t gunna fit.

“Baby.” He murmured, his hand pausing the strokes to your hair to grab your chin gently. He tilted your face up slightly, holding back the laugh that threatened to bubble up when his cock bobbed, almost the same length as your cute, pouting face. “You know I don’t care that you can’t take it all—“

“But I want to, Kenny. Please, lemme, gunna try again.”

He hummed. He couldn’t say no to you, not when you started to pump him a bit faster, and especially not when you stuck out your tongue, licking at the seam in his balls just to hear him groan softly. His hand was in your hair again, fingers nothing but gentle as he spread his legs a little further apart, letting you get comfortable while he held your nape.

“Alright princess. Go ahead.”

You were almost giddy, pressing a final kiss to his leaky, swollen tip before you opened up your lips nice and wide for him. He watched intently, a small smile staying on his face as you swallowed him up. Your lips were so soft, tongue pressing up against the bottom of his cock as you sank, further… further.

You were about half way when his tip was against the back of your throat. You paused here, and he could feel how your lips started to tremble, how the hand on his base gripped him a little tighter. His cock twitched a bit as you swallowed around him, his tongue coming out to wet his lips as he watched how you hesitantly pushed down further—

You gagged, hard, again. Tears rushing to your eyes and making you pull back. His cock bobbed when it was free, almost smacking back against his abdomen and snapping all the strings of drool so they’d cling to your trembling lower lip. Your whines were precious, eyes shiny when you looked up at him.

“Ken”

“Good job, little love.” He praised you despite the clear disappointment in your own gaze, his thumb pressing a steady pressure against your neck, trying to get you to relax. “Took more than last time—“

“But still not all of it.”

“S’okay.” He shushed you, leaning down to press a fond kiss onto your forehead. Your head laid on his thigh in defeat, lips latching onto the sensitive skin of his base to suckle on it, the sweet vibrations of your whines making his hips twitch. “You don’t need to take it all, little love.”

“I will… m’gunna…” Your mumbles were pressed against his skin, and you looked up at him with certainty, despite the tears and drool that stuck to your cheeks. “I’ll do it, Ken.”

“You will.” He helped you guide your lips back to his tip, his hand still forever gentle as it cupped your jaw, biting his lip as you sucked his tip like your favourite flavour of lollipop. “Eventually. We got all the time in the world to work that pretty throat open, sweetheart”

[shawtuzi]

having a big dick draken brain rot rn so here u go

“tell me how small my dick is again go ahead, or i guess i should wait since you’ve got quite a mouthful right now yeah?” draken breathlessly chuckled using the makeshift ponytail in his grip to quicken the speed of your bobbing head. you could barely even register what he was saying too consumed in the taste and smell of him, not to mention you were extremely lightheaded due to him giving you little time to breathe. “you thought that shit was so funny huh? now look at you- fuck drooling all over my shit,” without warning he pushed your head down till your nose was touching his pelvis, all nine inches of him bulging against your throat. you slapped and scratched at his thighs but it was no use his grip was too strong <\3

draken felt a tinge of guilt seeing your tear stained cheeks and hearing your violent gags but the sadist in him was feeding off of all of it. he suddenly removed his cock from your mouth slapping the heavy muscle against your cheeks repeatedly, “say you’re fucking sorry” he growled tracing the tip around your swollen lips. “i-i’m- i’m sorry draken i won’t say it ever again” you sniffled feeling even smaller than usual under his glare. while you spewed out your pathetic apologies draken was just casually jerking his dick getting off to your strained/whiny voice along with your naked chest soaked with spit.

“show me how sorry you are and make me cum,” was all he said before shoving his cock back in your mouth. he wrapped his free hand around your throat feeling the subtle throb of his dick over your soft skin, “you see how hard you make me y/n? god no one makes me feel the way you do, if only you knew how to watch that fucking mouth.” you could tell he was close by the way he was beginning to sloppily thrust in your mouth and you were more than ready, ecstatic to get a taste of his cum.

you felt the first spurt of cum in your mouth ready for more when you suddenly felt him remove his dick a lewd popping sound following. “f-fuck,” draken grunted fucking into his hand until his cum was covering your heaving chest. draken chuckled seeing your teary eyes and pouting lip, he pulled you on his lap so you were straddling him. “what’s wrong little love why the tears?” he wiped away the stray tear trailing down your face with his thumb.

“w-wanted you to cum in my mouth i was ready for it,” you whispered looking at anywhere but drakens eyes. “well this wouldn’t have been much of a punishment if i gave you what you want huh? but since you want it so bad…” you suddenly felt drakens lips on your chest, licking and sucking away at his cum. he grabbed your throat before smashing his lips into yours the mixture of his spit and cum hitting your tongue in seconds. draken pulled a away a line of spit connecting your lips before speaking, “all better my angel?” he smiled stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“mhm much better!”

AHHHHAUSSHSBDKFFINEEDHIMSOBADYALLITAINTEVENFUNNYCALLANAMBULANCESJSJSSSJ

[shoyoist]

— 𝟏𝟏:𝟒𝟐 𝐏𝐌 : ryuguji ken.

“ken,” you hum softly, laid ontop of draken with your chests pressed to eachother, as you admire how his features are outlined in the city lights that flicker outside your window. the onyx strands of his long hair are fanned across the pillow, and you carress the soft, dark locks, as you repeat his name. “ken.”

“mhm?” he answers, voice hoarse with sleep. his eyes open up in slits, not yet completely asleep — still having some energy left to listen to whatever you’re about to say.

you smile a little at how relaxed he is; a result of how you’d pushed him onto the bed on his stomach as soon as he was out of the shower, and kneaded all the tension and stiffness out of his muscles with your hands — pressing kisses to his skin and feeling him shiver under you as you worked on him, doing your best to help him unwind.

“how were you even single,” you murmur, bringing your hands up and cupping his cheeks in them, strong jaw hard against the heels of your palms. he looks so sweet, eyes barely open as they meet yours. “when we met? you’re way too handsome to be single.”

there’s a little pause after your question — a silence, in which draken contemplates an answer, tries to pick one to give you.

there are many answers he could give, most of them bluntly truthful and painful to face, and when you realize that fact (because you know, you know the things he’s been through. he’s told you.) you feel a hint of guilt—

but before it can spread, before it can envelope you along with the silence and cause you to pull away or apologize, he smiles.

draken smiles, lets out a breathy little chuckle, and his lips move just a little when he murmurs softly, “probably ‘cause fate wanted to lead me straight to you.”

you lay still for a second, still draped over his chest — and after a blink, you regain composure, too. grinning, you lean closer, and gently bump your nose with his. “that’s cheesy, ken. didn’t know you were a cliche.”

“only for you,” he exhales, reaching out slowly, muscled arm wrapping across your back as he grips you by the nape and pulls you in for a kiss. “’m a cliche, and a sap, and everything in between. for you.”

“really?” you push, kissing him back. “name some things you’d do for me, then. since you’re such a sap for me.” he groans against your lips, body still slack and relaxed, but when you pull back and tap him on the temple, asserting your need for his answer, he opens his eyes wider. 

“alright, alright.” he mumbles. “let me think.”

honestly, you don’t need draken to list down things he would do for you — because during the years you’ve been together, you’ve seen enough of his gestures of love and affection for you.

this house itself, with its cozy living room, clean bathroom and full kitchen— was a token, of all the effort you and draken have both put into your love for eachother.

the very bed you both are laying on right now, built up by draken’s two hands, sheeted and blanketed by yours — a fine omen to your shared devotion to one another.

but it’s nice to hear it, anyway. draken clears his throat, opens his mouth, and you listen eagerly, eyes sparkling expectantly.

“i would …” he begins, frowning as he thinks. “make my own brand of engine, one day. it would work smoothly, run fast and steady, and never break down. if it did, then it would be easy and quick to fix.”

huh? “what does that—” you begin, but draken shushes you, brings an index finger to your lips and tells you, hold on, baby. so you close your mouth and keep listening.

“it would be everything good,” he says. “and nothing bad that can’t be easily understood and fixed.”

“uh huh,” you lay your chin on his chest, watching as he pauses to think clearly through the sleep that’s clouding his mind. “and … it would last long. forever. or as long as forever is, for you.”

“is that possible?” you muse, and he shrugs his shoulders, lashes fluttering as he tries to stay awake for you. “i’m just thinking of— of an engine that would run like you and me.”

there’s a moment of quiet, before it hits you — before what he’s trying to say makes sense, and you cant help the way you sit up, knees straddling his sides as you straighten up and burst out laughing. “god, ken! have you always been like this? so cheesy?”

“shut it, it’s late.” draken scowls, pushing you back and sitting up, and the headboard creaks as he uses it to support himself. when he shushes you again, you put a hand over your mouth and giggle — and he can’t help but laugh with you, because you’re so fucking cute when you’re happy, when you’re giggling at him; what else is he supposed to do?

shifting your position and taking your rightful seat in his lap, you place your hands on his shoulders, warming your hands by rubbing gentle circles across them before you cup his face in them again. “mm, so you would build an engine that runs smooth, easy and lasts forever. just like our love?”

“yeah,” he grunts, eyes heavy, but still looking gently at you with them. “and i’d name it after you.”

“no way,” you pinch his cheeks, leaning close so you can give him a peck on the lips. “you’d name it after me?”

“i just said i would, baby.” he hums, tilting his face a little as he kisses you back. “are you even listening?”

maybe you’re not listening, you think — because in that moment, the lights coming through your window flicker; maybe a car passed the street, or a late night bus. and as the lights blink, so does the glimmer in draken’s eyes, and the soft indigo hues that paint the slants of his face and neck.

and fuck, he’s so beautiful, you could lose your mind. “would you … change D & D MOTORS to my name, if i asked?”

“no,” he scoffs. “inui would riot.”

“he wouldnt,” you pout, tangling your arms around his neck and pressing yourself to his chest, resting your head on his shoulder. you faintly feel his heart beating, as your chests touch, and a tender warmth fills you as you listen to the pulse. “he’s nice.”

“hmph,” he mocks, hugging you to him and sliding his fingers in your hair. a pleasant shiver runs through your body as he scratches your scalp, and you hum in satisfaction.

outside, the night is cold — it’s warm with your bodies so close together, draken’s big, muscled form providing you all the heat you need; but you would have to get some blankets before you actually settle down to sleep.

“and what would you do?” he asks, before you can think of climbing off him to go get the extra blankets. his voice is even softer now, feeling drowsy again, with how comfortable you feel on him. “for me, since you love me so much.”

“hmm,” you hum, turning your head up and locking eyes with him again, as he looks down at you. you lift your hand, and drag a finger down the slope of his nose, and tap his lips. “i would … stay with you.”

“what does that mean? he asks, and you press a kiss to his collarbone, before you continue. "i would stay with you. simple as that. i’ll stay with you, ken. i’ll stay, and i’ll love you. i’ll be here, when you wake up in the morning. be here, when you fall asleep at night. i’ll … be the love you store in that engine you’ll make.”

he stares, gaze focused, as you whisper. “i’ll love you forever. and i’ll stay with you forever. as long as forever is, for you.”

there’s another silence, before draken nudges you up, and when you sit up, he places his hands around your waist, and pulls you close. kissing you softly, gently, he sighs, just a hint of amusement hiding under his sleepy tone. “look who’s the cliche now.”

and you don’t miss a beat, with your answer. “a cliche, and a sap, and everything in between. all for you, ken.”

[stxrmylxve]

what about dirty secret with draken 🤧

draken has a thing for seeing you without clothes on

you don’t even have to be naked, just seeing you with a bra/panties on is enough

and undress in front of him? holyyy

honestly there is a good chance that he might be lazily jerking off before sex just to get hard faster and you slipping off your clothes gets him rock hard instantly

THE BEST PART IS IS THAT HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHY

he babbles like a baby trying to explain himself as he cheeks turned rosy pink

he fits the stereotype that quiet kids are the kinkiest lmao

just know that if ya don’t want sex yet, because if he is hard he likes to ‘get help’, he won’t force you cause he is a true gentleman :)

special mentions: @sleepysnk

[mushibashiraas]

interpret this however you want. bonten, canon timeline, kanto manji timeline, final timeline. kokonoi hajime, inui seishu, haitani rindou, imaushi wakasa. sano manjiro. shinichiro sano. hanemiya kazutora. baji keisuke, matsuno chifuyu, hanma shuji. whomever, whichever. these are just a few of my own faves. (no queen shiba yuzuha tn, folks. maybe next time)

watch out for genderneutral pronouns. "cutting" (just clenching their fists too tight.) um cursing? but it's the tokyo rev. boys. u cannot tell me they didn't curse a lot. i tuink that is all though.... 🤍

dividers by @benkeibear their dividers are the goat 🖤🩶

。YOU'RE STUCK WITH ME.

one line.

one note.

that's all it took to trigger the memories flooding in. wave after wave: going to the movies as the summer evening chill tiptoes in. waking up ajs rising in the early hours of the early morning as footfalls on the creaky, old stairs rouse them from their deep slumber. playfights and the banter of a secret language between father and child as said older man wearily comes home from work. a heavy hand landing on the top of their head as goodnights are exchanged.

many more invade the mentally, emotionally tired mind sending them spiraling further and further—

“i can hear you pacing again. relax your shoulders and hands.”

the gentlest, lightest of touches on their shoulders reminds them they are not alone anymore. large, warm hands move to their hands flexing their fingers and massaging the nail marks out of their palms. their chest moves up and down at an alarming pace, deep breath after deep breath unknowingly matching his own breaths.

“that's it... slow your breathing down. in for four. hold... one, two, three, four... out for four. and again. in for four....”

a low, soft voice grounds them as the intrusive thoughts of finally giving up and accepting that they will never climb out of the darkness they are in and see their life be normal again.... nevermind. breathing exercises aren't working tonight—

“(name)! hey! look at me, (name)!”

the soft pads of his thumbs brush away stray tears drying on their cheeks, pooling in their eyes.

“you're getting over being sick, love. don't be so hard on yourself; give yourself a break, okay?”

“why do you stay with me? no matter how awful i can be or how long i've neglected myself. no matter how sick i can get and how much i worry you.... why do you stay? there are other people out there who certainly have more normal lives than me. i'm just dragging you down, keeping you from living your life the way you like— mPHh!” a hand over their mouth cuts them off from their negative rambling.

“what the hell are you saying?” a squeeze to their cheeks. “you're one of the coolest, strongest people i know. super stubborn too. and cute. and silly. and of course, only those with a good fashion sense are allowed to hang with us. and i'm not talking about your clothes or hairstyle — don't listen to ran. you... you know i'm not good with my words nor do i like watching, doing, no less even saying corny shit.” a sigh, almost like he's embarrassed or flustered which makes his next words more meaningful. “but when i'm talking about a good fashion sense, i mean a smile. and do not!” he places a finger over their open mouth, shushing them. “do. fcking. not. say your smile is ugly. ugly is that hairless cat at that petshop near musashi shrine.” he huffed and shyly grinned happy to see his precious partner choking out a laugh between their sobs. “nah, your smile is beautiful. it's all toothy and big and... er... well, expressive— hey, don't laugh!” contradictory to his words he chuckled and gave their cheek a playful pinch. “you know i'm shit at words, dumbass.”

“anyway, (name), i chose you. out of all the girls, guys, and nonbinary hoes in japan i.” peck. “chose.” peck. “you.” peck. “even before we started dating. remember how you were the one who knocked out on the train late at night on the roppongi line? ran called me on the way back from getting food. something about bringing home a guest for some reasok. not the most conventional way to meet someone. but he and i have been keeping an eye on you for a while.” leaning back to stretch, he rubbed the back of his neck finding it hard to keep eye contact. as he said he hates anything cheesy and isn't good with words sometimes if not all the time. but for them, he is so in love that he'd do anything to see his favorite smile again. “you know, you're not the only one who's been silently observing the one they love. i had no idea you were struggling so much with your illness. mikey may be called ‘invincible’ but you're just as strong. i remember always seeing you laughing or smiling at something. plus your episodes make life interesting. the haitanis like people who make their lives thrilling and exciting. and that's not a bad mindset for us delinquents to have. (name), you make my life fun. there is always something happening with you. you and your mom joke about getting into all these adventures. well, i want in. so let me join you, 'kay? and if you ever do or say something dickish, i'll call you out. only me and my gang can snap your head on straight. you're kinda stuck with me — with all of us. there ain't no getting away! love you, snoopy.”

“now,” standing up and stretching he smirked down seeing them blush as they stared at his defined stomach making a surprise visit when his shirt rose up. “i'm ordering us some take out. fuck the late hour. you're gonna eat food and drink water. knowing you when you get upset and spiral you forget to take your meds. go do that while i run a bath. you can use my soap just this once.”

“ah! and one last thing, (name): you lost someone close to you on top of getting sick. again, give yourself a break, dumbass. don't fall so deep that you forget you to rely on others. i'll drag you back up if you do, doll.”

ider mylayouts hahah been so long since i posted. but i am not dead, buddies! feeling sad though. so this is more for me. still, i hope you enjoy this and that it brings you comfort. 🤍 (i totally didn't post this at 5:30am without proofreading it. hahahah ....looks away....)

[tojisbbg]

❈ 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 ❈

❝one day i will stop falling in love with you, some day, someone will like me like i like you.❞

♡ manjiro sano ♡

a/n: current mood - wanting to breaking people’s hearts 😈 (sorry mikey stans)

content: mikey x reader (y/n), very heavy angst, right person wrong time, you’re mikey’s childhood friend, he’s getting married (lolz), not grammatically checked/edited

...

you finished adding the final touches to your makeup, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you checked in the mirror if your concealer hid your puffy eyes well. some would say that whatever you were going through was tragic, a scenario that you would read about in romance novels where the main character is destined to a miserable fate.

and perhaps that was right.

you’ve been feeling miserable, sad and pathetic for the last month and a half since you’ve received the invitation. a piece of paper that felt like a sharp knife slicing your heart in half.

what was worse was that you couldn’t even find it in your heart to throw away the card. it was beautifully decorated with happy pastel colors and confetti, printed on expensive card stock, pop-up designs and a photo of him with the girl that was supposed to be you.

it was your childhood friend’s wedding, except for the catch that you’ve been holding in a burdening crush on him for the last twenty years. he was your person and you were his, being there for each other through thick and thin.

you both created a world where it was just the two of you while everyone else became a blur, a bunch of white noise. he was the invincible mikey and you were his key.

you couldn’t help but wonder, when did things change so fast? how did the perfect world you both created become nothing but dust?

---

(17 years ago)

“how is she, doc?” the young boy with a dragon tatted on his skull asked curiously as he stared at his friend, well practically family, in concern. 

“it was just an upset stomach, little man. we gave your sister some antibiotics to fight off those nasty little germs that’s been bothering her. she’ll be good in a few days. you sure you don’t have a parent or older family member we can contact?” the doctor asked, cocking an eyebrow as he held the pen in his hand eagerly, hoping the blonde boy would say something to him. 

“we’re orphans and she’s not my real sister. we have someone that’s been taking care of us for all these years and he’ll come by shortly.” he murmured, shame painting his face as his gaze went down to the floor. 

the doctor looked at him with sorrow, patting his head. 

“hang tight, buddy. keep her company, but don’t make her laugh too much or else it might make her cry.” he tried to create humor and it successfully made the frowning by crack a crooked smile. 

“yes, sir!” the little boy playfully saluted as he watched the man in the white coat walk away with a chuckle. 

“ken?” his ears rang up when hearing your faint call of his name, a small whimper following after. 

“y/n! are you hurting anywhere? should i call the doctor back? uncle’s gonna be here soon with remi. i told them to bring your favorite chocolate pudding.” draken gave you a cheeky grin, his hand now holding yours tightly. 

“you know me so well, sometimes i forget that i’m an orphan.” you laughed quietly, trying to not put strain on your stomach. 

“you’re not an orphan, y/n. you got me, uncle, remi and the other girls too. we’re one big happy family.” he persisted, eyebrows furrowing as he tried his best to convince you to believe his point. 

“you told the doctor that i’m not your sister, ken.” you whispered, your throat becoming dry as the words left your mouth. draken fell silent for a few seconds before sighing, laying his head besides your hand. 

“i told him that you’re not my real sister, y/n. there’s a difference. i don’t care what the law says because my heart says otherwise. you’ll always be the sister that i’ve always dreamed of having.” his eyes twinkled, a hand coming up to ruffle your hair. 

“so i heard one of my little girls was sick? maybe some chocolate pudding will make those little bad guys in your stomach go away.” your uncle’s voice boomed in your ward, a small smile plastered on his face as he shook the white plastic bag.

your eyes glimmered in content before you were pulled into a bear hug by remi. the girl sobbed on your shoulder, wetting it with tears and snot as she roared by your ears. 

“y/nnnn!!!! i thought you were gonna die when kenny told uncle! i love you, y/n, don’t leave ever me. ever.” she hiccuped between every word as your uncle and draken tried to console her and calm her down. 

“it was a stomach bug, remi. i’ll be better in a few days.” you tried to cheer her up. she raised her head, looking at you in doubt. 

“promise?” remi sniffled. 

“promise, you know i’d never lie to you.” you wiped away her tears before hugging her once more. 

your uncle handed the three of you the small containers of chocolate pudding. 

“why don’t you three take a walk outside, i’ll have this really nice nurse walk you guys. it’s good to get some fresh air.” the doctor said, patting your back and you all agreed, soon leaving the room. 

you happily skipped through the hallway, one pudding container in your pocket, while the other one was tightly secured in your hand as you ate it. 

“let’s play hide and seek, you’re the seeker ken!” you quickly blurted out, not giving either of them a choice before running off to the other direction. you faintly heard draken groan in annoyance, being tired of always being the seeker but he’d always do it for you. 

you saw a pretty quiet hallway and decided to turn to that corner, only to find a small quiet room. you figured that it wouldn’t be too much of a trouble to hide in here for a few minutes

you opened the door, nearly having a heart attack from the sudden appearance of another person. it was a boy with short blonde hair, he was huddled up into a ball, quietly whimpering and crying. 

“hey, kid.” you called out to him, only to not receive a response. a heavy sigh left your lips as you walked over to him, sitting on the floor besides him. the boy looked up at you, eyes all puffy and his nose red. 

he’s pretty cute.

“look, i’m really bad at comforting people. but, when i’m super sad, i eat chocolate pudding to make me happy again.” you said with a grin, digging in your pocket to get your other container out. 

you grabbed his hand and opened his palm before placing the treat in it. he stared at it in momentary silence. 

“who are you?” he finally spoke, looking at you with slight confusion. 

“just a stranger who’s hiding from her siblings in an intense game of hide and seek. what about you?” you chuckled, scooping another bite into your mouth. 

“i’m.. i don’t know.” he said with a shaky breath, shaking his head. 

“that’s fine, we don’t always know the answer to everything. ken is really mean sometimes, he’s a year older than me and asked me what 345 times 82 is. i could bet you my whole stash of chocolate pudding that he doesn’t know himself. tch, smart my ass.” you scoffed, earning a small giggle from your side. you side eyed him, seeing him detach the small spoon from the plastic lid before opening it. 

“what’s your name?” he asked you, eyes anticipating for an answer. 

“y/n. you?” you continued to inhale your treat as you waited for him to respond. 

“mikey.” the blonde boy scooped in a hefty amount into his mouth as he consumed the sweet dessert. 

“why were you crying, mikey?” you asked, not realizing how insensitive you were being. 

“it’s personal.” mikey shortly dismissed, but you were a little slow to understand and continued to persist until he caved in. 

“it’s just me and you in here. think of it as a bubble with just us, nothing comes in or goes out of this bubble.” you assured him, patting his back. 

for some strange reason, mikey felt like he could tell you anything from how comfortable you made him feel. considering the fact that he didn’t want to show any kind of reaction or emotion towards his family, he decided to seek that comfort and release in you. 

“my mother just died, about an hour ago.” he bluntly dropped the bomb, placing a very awkward and tense atmosphere between you both. 

“you’ll get over it, mikey.” you calmly answered, making his brows furrow with annoyance and slight anger. 

“how could you say that to me? my mother just died.” mikey said in disbelief, his tone heightening a little. 

“i’m telling you the truth. i’m sorry that this happened to you, especially at such a young age, but it’ll all pass and soon, today will just be one of your many bad memories. you’ll find peace and love one day and heal, mikey. that’s life.” you defended your previous statement, looking into his eyes with a gentle look. 

“and how do you know that? you’re just some ten-year-old weirdo that walked in on me.” he mumbled under his breath, making you giggle. 

“i’m an orphan, mikey. i don’t even know what my parents look like or if i even have any to begin with. not even any knowledge on if i have sibling or not. ken and remi aren’t my real siblings, just people i grew up with.” you shrugged, making the blonde boy thin his lips. 

“i’m sorry.” he apologized, his gaze lowering to meet his shoes. 

“it’s not your fault. there’s too much love in this world to be consumed by regret or grief. i’m not saying that you shouldn’t grieve, but you have to pick yourself up and continue with the rest of your life eventually. it’s what your mom would’ve wanted, mikey.” you ruffled his hair as his eyes shimmered with hope. 

“thanks, i’ll try. also, promise me that you won’t tell anyone about me crying.” mikey gave you a embarrassed look, holding up his pinky. 

“i promise.” you intertwined yours with his.

suddenly, the door flew open, which startled the both of you. 

“found you!”

---

“i’m really sorry, sir.” the doctor heavily sighed, trying to pat your uncle’s back as the man sobbed in his palms. 

“how bad is it? please, tell me she has time! she’s only ten, i want to be able to walk her down the aisle one day.” your uncle begged, choking between every word and cry. 

“the tumor in right in the middle of her brain, wrapping around each and every blood vessel. it’s to aggressive for us to remove it, i’m sorry once again, but it’s inoperable. she’ll bleed out before we can even remove a centimeter of it. with proper treatment and medications, we’re looking at maybe ten more years.” the doctor replied, making your uncle rub his temples in worry. 

“uncle!! meet my new friend, mikey! they live on the next block from our house.” you vibrant voice broke the depressing atmosphere. your uncle quickly wiped away his tears, giving you all a smile. 

“hey, i remember you! you were in s.s motors with shinichiro.” your uncle patted mikey’s head. 

“he’s my big brother.” mikey answered. 

“i see, why don’t you come and have lunch with us. we’re going out for burgers, i’ll text your brother that you’re with us.” your uncle suggested, making the small blonde boy nod his head.

and just like that, the both of you became inseparable. 

---

high school came around and you were the only thing that was piecing manjiro sano, or rather the invincible mikey, together. he formed a gang and that included your brother in it as well. you all were a pretty tight group to say the least, yet no one could truly understand him better than you could.

not even his right-hand men such as draken or sanzu. 

“i think i’m gonna disband toman and move away for some time, you now escape life for a little.” he sighed, opening the lid of the chocolate pudding before handing it to you.

“where’s yours?” you asked, confused as to why he only got one. 

“didn’t want one.” he shrugged, digging in his pocket before pulling out a box of cigarettes. he plucked one of the cancer sticks out, planting it in between his lips before lighting it. 

you watched him in disappointment, as he inhaled the smoke before coughing it out, eyes becoming watery as you scoffed. 

“dumbass, give me that.” you grabbed the stick before throwing it on the ground, stepping on it. 

“and that.” you grabbed the pack out of his hands before tossing it into the trash. 

“y/n.” mikey called out. 

“no, i’m really mad at you. i can’t believe you, mikey. pull that type of shit again and i’ll bury you, i swear. no girl would ever want to kiss you with a mouth like that.” you scoffed, flicking his forehead as he winced in pain. 

“not even you?” he teased. 

“i’d rather kiss a roach.” you playfully punched his bicep, earning a small laugh from him. 

“they only had one pudding left, so i didn’t get one for myself.” he explained himself. 

“we could always share, idiot. say ah.” you ordered, scooping a hefty amount of pudding before placing the spoon near his lips. he opened his mouth, eating it with content. 

“see, much better than cigarettes. but i was being serious, mikey, i don’t wanna see those near your lips or reach ever again. swear on my life?” you glared at him, making him choke. 

“hey! why are you giving me such a harsh swear??” he cleared his throat. 

“so you’re saying you’ll lie and do it behind my back?!” you yelled, making him quickly shake his head. 

“no, no, no! that’s not what i meant. i’m just saying that isn’t it such a big swear for something so stupid?” mikey tried to reason. 

“your health is not stupid, mikey. don’t push my buttons and swear already.” you rolled your eyes, making him sigh. 

“fine, i swear.” he said in defeat, stealing the reamining of your pudding to eat. 

“hm, good. oh, going back to what you were saying earlier, why so suddenly?” you questioned, backtracking to the previous conversation before you both got out of topic. 

“i don’t know, i feel like i’m bringing in my toxic energy in and engulfing everyone. maybe i should just let it all go and step back, you know? even you need a break from me to be honest.” he bitterly laughed. you kissed your teeth before grabbing a hold of his face, turning it to face you as you stared sternly at him. 

“mikey, i’m not going anywhere. what i promised you seven years will never break, even after we die. our souls are one, and i can’t leave my other half. so, let me run away with you. wherever you want, i’ll follow right behind you.” you gave him a soft smile, caressing his cheeks lovingly. his expression grew softer, tears welling in his eyes as he buried his face in your chest. you wrapped your arms around him, kissing the top of his head. 

it’s been rough on him, especially after losing shinichiro too in an accident. mikey’s been in a really dark place for a few months, shit, even scary if you were honest. he was snappy, rude, all dark and twisty. yet, you never gave up on him. 

because you knew that at the end of the day, he was still the same small boy you found in that closet crying to himself. 

“y/n, promise me something.” mikey sniffled, pulling away as he looked up at you, eyes holding so much vulnerability. 

“i promised my entire life to you, what more should i promise?”you joked, wiping away his tears with the pads of your thumb. 

“if we don’t find someone by the age of thirty, let’s get married. i’d rather spend the rest of my life with you than all alone.” he offered, a boyish smile dancing on his lips as your heart fluttered. 

you could’ve sworn that it skipped a few beats, making it suddenly harder to breathe as your cheeks grew warm. 

“stop fucking around with me, sano. it’s not funny.” you warned him, but his expression remained the same. 

“you’re being deadass?” your eyes grew wide and he hummed in response. 

“so, are you in or not?” the blonde boy cocked an eyebrow as he held out his pinkie, making you chuckle. 

“jeez, it seems like you’re making a life or death contract with me. yes, i’m in.” you answered, intertwining your pinkie with his. 

and to think that what you’ve been dreaming of for years were to come true would become only a nightmare. 

it’s not until emma’s death where mikey completely disappeared, not answering anyones calls or even yours. you spent days trying to look for him all over the city and even begging koko to somehow track his number or something. 

but every effort went in vain. 

you cried for months, refusing to eat and giving up on the sweet treat that only reminded you of him. you had nightmares every night, and the only thought that circled your mind was that he was dead. 

he was really gone. 

until after nearly nine years, he came back. not alone, but accompanied with another person. 

a girl, his girl, to be precise. 

mikey went to the philippines for those years, returning with a completely new get up that would make it hard for anyone to guess that it was him. his beautiful blonde locks were now cut short with an undercut, dyed black. 

you remembered the first day where he showed up at your doorsteps, your knees turned into jelly as you almost collapsed to the group if he didn’t catch you in time. you cried in his arms for so long, cursing and punching him from pain and anger as he whispered thousands of apologies to you. 

you were happy, so fucking happy to see that he was alive. it put your mind and heart to peace, until you saw her walk out of the car.  

“this is my girlfriend, y/n. we met a few years back and she’s just amazing, you know. i wanted you to meet the most important person of my life first since you’re my best friend.” he mischievously giggled, snaking an arm around her waist. 

your throat became dry, heart shattering into a billion pieces as each word leaving his lips was like knives jabbing at your heart. it bled, threatening to leak out of your eyes. yet, you held back, trying your hardest to fake a realistic smile to keep your cool. 

“nice to meet you.” you shook her hand. 

“the pleasure’s all mine, mikey’s told me a lot about you.” she said, making you awkwardly laugh.

“oh, i see.” you dryly replied, clearing your throat. 

“these are for you by the way, it’s a recipe that’s really sacred to my family. i hope you enjoy.” she smiled, handing you a box of what seemed like cookies. 

fuck, i can’t even bring myself to hate her. 

“thank you, that’s really sweet of you. uh, you both should stay over for lunch.” you offered, secretly praying that they refuse. 

“sorry, y/n, i gotta get my bike inspected by ken-chin. next time, yeah?” he ruffled your hair, as you managed to let out a small hum. you waved them goodbye before entering your house, locking the door behind you. 

you fell on your knees, letting out all the tears that you’ve been holding in. your cry was ugly, gut-wrenching and painful as it stole all the oxygen from your lungs and made you gag and choke. 

it felt like someone died, well, it was sort of like that. 

mikey was no longer yours, he was somebody’s else’s. you were all alone now. 

you’re the other woman. 

you probably shed a gallon of tears by now, trying your best to turn off the water tap glued on your eyes. but, the image of him snaking his arm around her waist never left your mind. 

you glanced at the box of cookies on the floor, opening the lid to grab one and take a bite. 

“fuck, they taste delicious too.” you cried, throwing it back in the box as you decided that it’ll be best to call out of work sick for tomorrow. 

---

the day has finally come, where you have to let him go. he was no longer yours, those days will never come back, now only a happy memory that you can confide to for comfort. 

“y/n, you don’t have to do this.” draken sighed, placing a hand on your shoulder but you shook your head, determined to attend that damn wedding. 

“i have to, ken. he’s my best friend, i can do at least this much for him.” you answered, fixing up the green dress that you wore before putting on your earrings. 

“be selfish for once, y/n! i know that you love him, alright? i’ve been living with you since diapers, i know you like the back of my hand. you can lie to anyone but me, i know that you’re not okay. which is why i’m telling you that you don’t have to do this. i’ll tell him that you’re sick or something.” draken’s eyes softened, his expresison growing sad as he looked at your pained expression. you were smiling at him, yet he knew the thousands of thoughts and words that littered your mind. 

“ken, i know. the only way i could give myself closure is by seeing it happen, in front of my eyes. i want my last memory of him to be happy and clear, so that when i think of him, i don’t feel pain or misery. if he’s happy then i’m happy because we are each others halves and no one can take that spot. besides, his fiance is so nice, i can’t even bring myself to hate her. he’ll be fine, i know he will.” you explained, grabbing drakens hands as you gave it a tight squeeze, looking up at the tall man that stood before you. 

he bit his lips to contain himself from arguing back, caressing your cheeks before letting out a sigh. he nodded his head, deciding to butt-out of your business. 

“okay, whatever makes you happy.” he said and you hummed in response before getting up to slip on your heels. 

“let’s go, we have a wedding to go to.” you smiled at him, slipped your arm in his as you guys walked out of your house. 

the drive to the church was short as it was the same one where hina and takemichi got married. you entered the ladies room where all the bridesmaids were getting dressed up as they all waited for you since you were the maid of honor. 

“y/n, you’re here! god, you look gorgeous, maybe i should ditch mikey and marry you instead.” she joked, pulling you into a hug as you chuckled, patting her back. 

“you look even prettier. damn, mikey caught a good one i gotta say.” you answered looking at her with eyes full of nothing but adoration. 

she was sweet and understanding, a perfect wife for mikey. he deserved this, after being through hell and back, he deserved happiness and peace. 

and you were willing to do anything to give him that, even if it meant to go to the ends of the earth and come back. 

“it’s almost time! come on ladies, get in position.” one of the bridesmaids announced.

“i’ll see you at the aisle.” you rubbed her shoulder as she hummed, then taking your leave as you entered the wedding hall. you walked up where the priest stood, mikey standing right across you. 

his eyes widened when he saw you, walking up to you without hesitation. he pulled you into a tight hug before pulling away with a smile. 

“you look absolutely beautiful, y/n, as always. i’m so happy that you’re here, i was honestly so nervous, but after seeing you, i got my courage back.” he honestly said, making it hard for you to form words to respond to him. 

“better not chicken out sano, i raised you better than that.” you playfully scolded him. 

“yes ma’am!” he jokingly saluted, making you both laugh. 

“mr. sano, please stand in position, the bride will enter in a few minutes.” the priest interrupted. 

“sorry. i’ll talk to you after the ceremony, okay?” he held your hands, giving it a tight squeeze and you swore that if he was just a hair more closer, you would’ve broken down into tears. 

“yeah, yeah, of course. go get married, sano.” you teased, making him blush as he walked back to his original position. you stood with one ring while draken stood with the other, the taller glancing at you frequently to check if you’re okay and you’d discreetly try to nod and give him the signal that you’re fine.

the music began to play and the doors opened, revealing mikey’s soon to be wife, now walking in with her father. a huge smile or her face as you looked over at mikey, only to catch him staring at you before averting his gaze to his wife. 

she walked up the steps, now standing besides you as she turned to look at her soon to be husband. the priest began to read the wedding vows and it was soon time to exchange rings. the beautiful diamond ring glimmered under your eyes and you couldn’t help but wished it was for you. 

it fit perfectly, like it was made for you and you knew that because you accompanied mikey when he went ring shopping. it was unfortunate to know that his fiance’s ring size was the same as you, so you helped him pick and size it. you remember not being able to take your eyes off of it as soon as he slipped it onto your finger. you felt chills as his skin touched yours, but now, it was reality; only not yours but hers. 

“do you, _____, take manjiro sano as your wedded husband, to cherish in love and in friendship, in sickness and in health, in success and in disappointment, to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?” the priest asked, and without hesitation⸻

“i do.” she said with the brightest smile, giving him the most lovesick eyes known to mankind. 

“do you, manjiro sano, take _____ as your wedded wife, to cherish in love and in friendship, in sickness and in health, in success and in disappointment, to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?” he now asked the groom, and to your surpise, mikey’s eyes were only focused on you. 

please, say no, mikey. say no! you’re mine and i’m yours, it always been like that. please, say no.

your mind screamed and your heart bled, hoping for some miracle to change the events to bring it in your favors. but to your disappointment, none of that happened. he gave you a small smile before glancing at his bride. 

“i do.” mikey said and the priest suddenly glanced at everyone in the room. 

“any objections?” he loudly asked, as a moment of silence fell in the whole room. 

me! i object. this wedding shouldn’t be happening, not even in a million years. that should be me in that dress and ring, not her. i don’t want to be the other woman.

“that’s a no then. i now pronounce you husband and wife. you may kiss the bride.” and with that being said, you averted your gaze to the bouquet of flowers as the crowd roared with cheers while they both kissed. 

a few tears slipped from your eyes but you managed to quickly wipe them away, praying that nobody saw them. to which nobody did, except for draken as the man look at you with nothing but an aching heart to see you this heartbroken. 

the after party was great, from the table of stories and lunch too. the cake was amazing as well, coming from the bakery that you and mikey often went to for study dates during your teen years. 

“y/n! there you are, i’ve been looking for you everywhere. i just wanted to come here and thank you again for helping out with everything. you’re amazing and i’m so happy to know someone like you.” mikey’s wife came to you and pulled you into a hug, as you pat her back. 

“of course, i wish you both the best of luck and a lot of happiness. treat him good, okay? he’s been through so much and he really deserves this. he’s a little childish and stubborn at times but he’s so sweet. he’s great and it breaks my heart to give him away but he’ll be okay. i know he will, he’s mikey after all.” you laughed, making her break into one as well. 

“mhm, you got it!” she smiled at you once more before being whisked away by another relative for pictures. 

“looks like you’re busy.” you heard a familiar voice behind you, turning around to see mikey grinning at you. 

“yup, busy practicing how to spend the rest of my life alone without my other half.” you teased, making him chuckle. 

“i suppose if you’re not too busy then you can spare some time to have a dance with me?” mikey wiggled his eyebrows, making your lips curl as you took his hand, being pulled away to the dance floor. 

you wrap your arms around his neck as his arms snake around your waist. you both sway to the song and it felt like once again everyone else was just a blur and you both were now back in your own world, just the two of you. 

“thank you, y/n. for everything, from beginning to end. i’ll never be able to repay you for everything that you’ve done for me. without you, i don’t think i’d even be standing here. you’re my one and only, forever and always; my other half.” he genuinely spoke, eyes glimmering with love and adoration, turning your brain into a bunch of mush and heart becoming all fuzzy. 

“you just got married, mikey, don’t make your wife turn against me by saying those kind of things.” you chuckled, making him crack a smile. 

“i mean it, you’re very special to me, y/n.” mikey said, tucking in a piece of hair behind your ear. you felt suffocated, feeling your airways and chest tightening. you couldn’t tell if it was from all that food you stress-ate or the feelings that threatened to pour out right this moment.

“can we go somewhere private, i gotta tell you something.” you urgently ushered him, as he quickly nodded his head before being dragged away to the groom’s room. 

you quickly closed the door behind you, locking it before turning to face him. mikey grew concerned at your behavior and silence as he constantly asked if you were okay.

“if someone were to ask me what would be the best and worst day of my life, i would tell them that it was the day that i met you.” you breathed out, making mikey tilt his head to the side in confusion. 

“huh?” he managed to say. 

“it was the day where i found someone that understood me as a person deep from within, knew my every thought and feeling before i even had to say it or act on it. i found my other half, the person that made me, well, me. the person whom i’ve grown to not be able to live without as well. which also brings it to why it’s my worst day as well.” you grew silent, words feeling too heavy to spew out as tears gathered in your eyes. 

“the person that i can’t live without, mikey.” you choked out, tears now streaming down your face as mikey’s eyes widened. 

“y/n, i don’t under-”

“i love you, okay! not as a friend, but as someone more. i wanted to be the person that you spend the rest of your life with.” you cried, making him gulp harshly. 

“i wanted to be your bride.” you sadly laughed, looking up at him with a tear-stained face as your mascara and eyeliner was now smudged. 

“oh my god, y/n.” he whispered, trying to pull you into a hug but you quickly stopped him. 

“don’t! if you hug me right now, i’ll break and won’t be able to stop myself. please, just hear me out. when we went ring shopping, i never wanted to take it off of my finger and it felt so nice when you put it on me. that night, i went home and couldn’t stop envisioning a future where it was us instead. i’ve loved you ever since we were kids, mikey.” you confessed, making him break into tears as he pulled you into a hug, unable to contain himself. 

“then why the hell didn’t you say anything before? you even had the chance to object when the priest said the vows. why didn’t you say anything!” he sobbed, his embrace tightening as if he never wanted to let you go. 

“because she’s good, mikey. you need a wife who’s sweet, tender, gentle and understanding. she’s perfect for you, mikey. you’ll be okay, i know you will.” you gave him a sad smile, holding his face as you looked deep into his eyes. 

“but you’re also-”

“no, mikey. you need someone who can cherish you and spend many more happy years to come. i can’t give you that.” you sniffled, making him furrow his eyebrows. 

“i don’t understand, what’s going on?” mikey panicked.

“i’m dying, mikey. that day that i met you, i was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor and it seems that i barely have a full month left to live. i was supposed to be long gone by last month but i guess i was lucky enough to see you get married.” you cried with a smile. 

“no, no, you’re lying to me. this can’t be! y/n, this isn’t time for jokes, please, i can’t lose you too. i’ll marry you, i’ll manage something, i promise. please, just don’t leave me.” he begged, holding onto you like you would disappear from his reach if he were to let go. 

“mikey, don’t make all of this go into vain. i worked so hard to come to terms with my feelings and get closure. which is why i waited until after the wedding to tell you because even if i do leave you, you’ll have her to be there with you. you need to live for me, and enjoy your life in happiness. okay?” you sobbed, trying to convince him but he kept shaking his head in denial. 

“no! please, y/n! i-i-”

“here, make sure to share with her, alright? don’t get too greedy.” you tried to joke to lighten the mood, as you opened his palm to give him the container of chocolate pudding. 

“y/n, please.” he cried, but you were stern with your decision. you felt yourself becoming light-headed and the familiar feeling of nausea. it almost felt like you were dying, ironically. 

“bye, mikey.” you gave him a soft kiss on his cheek before running out of the room. mikey yelled your name behind like a madman as he ran after you, but you were too ahead. the fresh air hit your skin, sending goosebumps everywhere and it felt like you could breathe again. 

you walked over to draken’s car and opened the door, sitting down as you were about to close the door. 

“i love you too, y/n! i always have and always will.” was the last thing you heard before slamming the door shut, breaking into tears. 

“start the car, ken.” you said in between your sobs, driving away from the church. 

“so, you gonna hide from him forever or what? you know, y/n, i never told you how much i love you. well, not like that. but, i’m grateful for having someone like you in my life. i’d do anything to make you smile, you’re the most selfless and kind person i’ve ever met. an angel is what you are.” draken rambled, making you softly chuckle.

“thanks ken, i love you too.” you tiredly slurred your words, draken glancing at you as he stopped at a light, a smile etching on his face.

“seems like you’re tired, let’s get takeout tonight and go to the movies with remi. you know, just like the old days. what do you say?” draken asked, only to be met with silence. he chuckled to himself as he decided to not bother you and let you sleep till you both got home. 

draken finished parking the car, calling your name a few times to try and wake you up, but you wouldn’t budge. 

“jeez, gonna make me carry your ass up those damn stairs.” he groaned while getting out of the car and opening the door to yours. 

“y/n-” he grew quiet, seeing your pale face made his blood run could. draken quickly bent down and put his ear on your heart, two fingers on your wrist. 

no beat, no pulse. 

“no, no⸻y/n, wake up! please, i need you to wake up!” draken cried, wrapping his arms around your cold and lifeless body to give you some of his warmth. 

but it was no use, you were already gone. 

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Teaching Them Spanish Part 3 Ft: Taiju Shiba, Nahoya Kawata, Izana Kurokawa, Ken Ryuguji (Draken) and Manjiro Sano (Mikey) WC: 1200+(unedited) Resident @enchantedforest-networkPart 1 Part2 A/N: Hello babes! Part 3 of teaching them spanish !! Please understand there are different dialects and meanings for some of the words used. This is what I grew up knowing and learning as a kid! For example, since I'm Mexican concha means shell in Spanish for me and I have a friend who is from Argentina concha means p**** in Spanish to her. Enjoys babes!

Taiju 

This vacation was something big for both of you since you haven’t taken a vacation in so long since Taiju was a working machine. Traveling outside of Tokyo to a familiar country you once grew up in. It was a bit busier due to the holidays and something Taiju wanted to do was see how mas was performed at the church you grew up going to. Arriving in the small church there were very few people in the church. The first thing he did was walk to the cross and pay his respects. Both of you kneel down in front of the large cross. Bowing your head, closing your eyes. Before you could pray Taiju did first “en el nombre del padre, del hijo y del espíritu santo amén (in the name of the father and of the son and of the holy spirit amen). 

Your eyes open and get a side glance at him in your mind ‘That was hot… I’m going to hell I know I am. He just did a prayer and it turned me on.' Taijus' eyes opened as he looked at you, who had a noticeable blush on your cheeks. As you both took a seat on the empty benches. You began to think he picked up on that phrase pretty quickly “Tai have you been practicing?” you quietly spoke.

“I have… why did i not say something right?” he looked ahead at the cross in front of him as he asked the question. “No, it was good.. Like really really good.” your voice had a bit of excitement. Just by your response, he knew exactly what you were thinking. He wanted to say something but being in the house of god he couldn’t say it out of respect. He simply replied, “Mi pedacito de cielo (my little piece of heaven.)” he smirked, giving you a side glance knowing that there should be no sins were going to be committed until you both arrived back to your hotel room. 

Nahoya

“I don't think it's fair you won't tell me how to say it.” he grinned his head resting on your shoulder, his hands snaking around your waist. “If you love me you would tell me.”

“Don’t use that against me! You know I love you but every time I give you a phrase you use it on someone and it causes a fight when you explain to them what the meaning is. You just like starting problems…..tóxico.” “It makes you a tóxica for teaching me it then huh?” He laughed “Come on, if I can't get it from you I’m gonna ask Souya because he has been learning.” “Excuse you!? I'm not a tóxica!”  you pouted, becoming undone from his hold “Because you called me that you aren’t going to know.” crossing your arms and walking away. “Awwww comes on you know I'm kidding mi corazon, mi vida, mi alma.” he grabbed your hand bringing your back to him. He kissed the tip of your nose. “Can you tell me por favor?” You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh. You knew you were going to regret the decision you were going to make right now  “Pinche Payaso.(fucking clown)” “You are the best you know that babe!” planting a kiss on your lip. "Now I can't wait to use it on some and say Oi pinch payaso!" “Yeah yeah tóxico.” you rolled your eyes once more leaning into the kiss, your arms wrapping around him. “Don’t come back here when you need to beg bandaged up.”

Izana 

“Mi Reina como estas?” the sweet smile on his lips he reached for your hand and he planted a kiss on the back of it. 

“I'm good,” you blushed softly your eyes connecting with his purple orbs. You seriously know how to take a girl's breath away, Mi Rey.” Teaching Izana he was really attentive when learning from you. He loved practicing how to pronounce the words correctly. Noticing when he got a word pronounced correctly he could see the proud look on your face. He insisted that you call him Mi Rey instead of my king. He felt it was more special in his eyes and loved how you spoke to him in spanish. “Well seeing the prettiest girl in the world I can help it plus she is all mine which makes me the luckiest guy in the world.” he brushed the strands away from your face. His hands cradling your face “Tienes que saber que haría cualquier cosa por ti, cualquiera. (You have to know I'll do anything for you, anything.)”

“I know you will be Mi Rey.” your hands resting against his.

Draken

“Hijo de puta (son of a bitch)” he grunts as he gets up from the floor, his jumpsuit half undone, and he walks to his toolbox to find a socket wrench. You watched him puffing out a sigh. Some sweat glistened from his body as it was a bit hot in the workshop. “What happened?” looking over at you for a moment before turning his attention to the toolbox.  He walked back to the bike he was fixing up. “Quiero desnudarte ( I wanna undress you.)”  you spoke to him raising your brow. Letting out a smirk he shook his head slightly before returning his attention back to the bike. “Babe, I'm thirsty.” you weren’t saying it like you were actually dehydrated.

“There is water right next to you.” the sound of metal clinking as he screwed a bolt in.

“Not that kinda thirsty. I’m thirsty for you.”  you got down from the counter walking towards him. “¿Puedes esperar a que termine? (can you wait till i'm finished?)” he asked. You shook your head. 

“Come on papacito, you cannot think I'm not going to stop myself from pouncing on you right now?” giving him a sweet smile and touching his black messy hair. “You know you look a bit dehydrated, let me replenish your electrolytes.” “Pardon sorry not to interrupt your little moment but is the bike almost done?” Shinichiro walked in seeing you practical on Draken laps. Draken rubbed his face letting out a sigh he cursed under his breath.

Mikey

“Tengo hambre (I'm hungry)” his head was face down at the table waiting for his food. You let out a little sigh closing his study book. There was no way he was going to finish studying now. His mind was already wanting to eat. “They will be coming soon, just relax.” your hands resting on the counter table. Looking Picking his head up he looked over at the cook window “Apúrate, Tengo hambre! (hurry up I'm hungry)”

You quickly leaned over covering his mouth  “shhh Cállate. Have you ever heard of never pissing off people handling your food?” He heard your stomach growl. You had an embarrassed look on your face as you sat back down quickly. He squinted his eyes “See I'm not the only one hungry. But you become hangry if they have you waiting too long.”You squint your eyes back at him “It takes a hangry person to know a hangry person.” you cocked your brow at him “I’m not the one pouting because I don’t have my food yet.”

As you both were bickering back and forth you didn't notice the server coming with your plates of food. Mikey's eyes gleamed with excitement. “Gracias!” you both spoke together.

Taking the first bite of food sends your taste buds over the moon.  Looking over at the love of your life who was scarfing down his food like he hasn’t eaten in a day “you might act childish but i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Right back at cha babe.” his cheeks were stuffed with food.

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[piichuu]

♡ CAMPING - KEN RYUGUJI

NOTES: this was a little rushed because i wrote it this morning, fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 338

AUGUST DRABBLES

“why are we doing this? i have at least two hundred mosquito bites all over me,” draken speaks as he steps inside the small tent the two of you brought for your little camping trip. it’s almost too small for him and his height, but thankfully it still works.

“maybe you wouldn’t get so many if you weren’t shirtless.” “but it’s so warm, i could just be in our bed now instead and get to be away from all these insects,” he sighs as he lays down in his sleeping bag that he’s zipped up as it became way too warm.

he tries to wipe all the insects off his chest before turning to look at you. “i’m sorry, i don’t wanna be a mood killer. i know you looked forward to this since we’ve never done it before,” he says while putting his hand on your cheek. “i’m happy i don’t have to be here alone at least, if it were just me i would have probably went home before i even set up the tent.”

you smile at him and shuffle a bit closer so your faces are only inches away from one another. “it’s okay, i would rather be in our bed as well, but it’s a little fun to do something different. we’ll go home tomorrow morning either way, so we can deal with this,” you mumble and he nods before leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

“you brought the marshmallows, right?” his eyes suddenly lights up when asking that question and you nod, giggling when you notice how much his eyes are twinkling of excitement. “i did, do you wanna go out and grill some?” “yes please.”

he quickly gets up and puts on a t-shirt that will hopefully stop the mosquitoes from attacking his chest. draken then takes your hand and flashes you a light smile when you get the bag of marshmallows. “i promise i don’t think it’s that bad to be here, i’m with you after all.”

[dr4kenlvr]

hii i dunno if you're still doing prompts but can you do ❝ don't hide your face away from me, let me see the blush on your face and that shy smile of yours. ❞ for Draken? Draken is becoming irrelevant from what I've seen D: bb needs more attention <3

prompt: "don't hide your face away from me, let me see the blush on your face and that shy smile of yours." + draken

nana's note: oh noooo seeings the words "irrelevant" and "draken" together makes me sad beyond levels... :( dw, he will never go out of style on my blog!!

warnings: reader wears an outfit that requires a zip up at the back, therefore implying a dress, but that and the reader's gender is never explicitly said!

tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you straighten out yourself once last time in the mirror. you smile to yourself, appreciating the way you glowed. one thing irked you though: the gullible zip at the back of your top would not go up for the life of you. with a defeated sigh, you call out for the only one who could help you.

"ken!"

you hear heavy footsteps run up the stairs, and chuckle at his hurry.

"everything 'right, love?" he pants, hand grabbing the edge of the door with his head peeking in. his eyes scan the room for you, and you take the time to admire how handsome he looked. his hair was braided as usual, but the fitted button up he wore accentuated all the right curves and dips on his figure.

you giggle, and spin yourself around. "zip me up, baby?" you crane your face, just enough to see him relax with a grin and walk towards you. he places both hands on your waist, presses a quick kiss to your shoulder and another on your nape, before whispering a quiet ''course, darling.'

his nimble fingers pull the zipper up the expanse of your back, before smoothing out the material. however when he's finished, he doesn't pull back from you. "you look amazing, by the way. i can't have you blowing everyone's minds away, hm?" draken mutters against your skin, a smile growing so effortlessly at your beauty. "what'll we do when they drop dead?"

a wide smile innately appears on your face, and you bring a hand up to cover the bottom half of your face that was quickly turning red. "ken, baby, stop!" you laugh, turning to face the wall and not his stare in the mirror. he laughs with you, turning his body around in front of yours.

"don't hide your face away from me, let me see the blush on your face and that shy smile of yours." draken says, gentle movements pulling your hands away from your face. "there, that's better." his eyes soften, leaning in for another kiss on your lips.

oh my fucking god i need him . writing for him is not. enough.

[sunaluv]

its always been you

'it's always been you' draken thought. 'ever since the beginning, it's always been you.'

besides mikey, you were the only other friend he had. kids his age naturally stayed away from him whether it was the fact that he had a tattoo as a fifth-grader or his abnormally tall height.

but you always stuck with him.

looking back, he was quite stubborn as a kid. he knew his life of crime, violence and gangs was nowhere near yours. he wasn't going to change his normal for anyone and the two of you knew that. although you never voiced your discomfort, he saw how you tried to avert your gaze or fiddled with your fingers as a distraction to the graphic scene of the bruised boy he was beat his fists into.

he loved you from the beginning, even if it was platonic. so naturally, he wanted to shield your eyes from the life he lived, and never insisted on going to his house when you wanted to come over because god knows what you would think of him when you found out the people he considers family are everything a stereotypical family wouldn't want their child to be.

he wasn't embarrassed by them. gosh no. they taught him everything he needed to know that he didn't know already like how to read intentions, what streets are not so safe for an eleven-year-old boy to wander at night, and the best lesson they could have taught him.

how to love.

instead of making you stand behind him, holding his red sleeveless jacket whilst he ran the streets, he often took you to the cafe where mikeys sister, emma used to hang out. the two of you grew close, talking about boys, fashion and girl stuff.

he eventually grew into the habit of holding doors open for you, holding your hand so delicately when the two of you went on nighttime adventures and always made sure you walk on the inside of the pavement when you walked near roads.

"give her time ken, she wouldn't stick around for this long if she didn't love you..."

he always backed off when you expressed your interest in boys and opted for a harsh glare from afar watching some guys arm wrapped around your waist as if you were his.

"she's a girl, draken. treat her delicately, don't expose her to violence and make sure her safety is your number one priority. always."

the faint voice of his sisters at the brothel was a core memory he always referred to when thinking of how to tend to your needs.

and boy his sisters would be proud' he thought looking at his wife, stroking a finger down her soft face as she slept curled up to his side.

he pecked the top of her head delicately.

"it's always been you..."

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[ewkatsuki]

SPA DAY | KEN RYUGUJI

you got the spa day supplies ready, while you excitedly awaited for you boyfriend "draken" or as you called him ryu.

you knocking on the door to your house, you walked over, and unlocked the door.

there stood your boyfriend, "ryu come on!" you pulled the blonde boy inside your house, his cheeks slightly heating up with a red hue at the use of his nickname.

"that nicknames embarrassing" he flushed, you laughed. you both were now inside your bathroom, he watched carefully as you took some, of the charcoal face mask applied it on your pointer and middle finger.

you aimed for draken's face, he swerved, his face contorted into one of disgust. "you are not putting that on my face"

"what- why not, it's good for your skin ryu!" you whined, "it looks like shit" you scoffed at his sour mood, "come on ryu~" you teased, and slowly moved closer and closer to his face.

he sighed, showing that he was giving in. he held his eyes closed shut, you laughed, "it isn't gonna kill you ryu"

you placed your fingers, with a charcoal mask on his cheek, he opened his eyes, "it's so cold" he went to touch it, you swatted his hand away, "don't touch it! it needs to dry" you scolded.

"ok your turn" he smirked, he took the bottle with charcoal mask. he put the mask paste on his middle and index finger. "that's too much-!" he unexpectedly put the mask lopsidedly on you cheek.

"you—!" he smirked, you looked in the mirror. the black paste was messily on the cheek. you scrunched your eyebrows.

he rested his elbow on your head, "come on, don't be like that" he teased, you rolled your eyes playfully, "will i wouldnt be like that, if you didn't put the on mask lopsided."

he rolled his eyes, "let's paint our nails!" you suggested.

"no."

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

"what movie?" you asked him, "i don't know, what you wanna watch?" he looked down at you, laying down, with your head on his clothed chest.

"let's watchhh finding nemo!" you beamed, "no." he deadpanned, you groaned, "fine— shrek? ;)”

“…fine”

[saetoru]

[ 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 ] 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍).

“excuse me, sir,” you stifle a giggle as you enter the shop, making draken roll his eyes. “i seem to have lost my way. would you be so kind as to give me a lift home?” you motion at his bike, and he fights back the small grin that threatens to tugs at his lips.

it’s getting dark, and draken has half a mind to scold you for showing up to his shop all by yourself, but he can’t really find it in him when a small little giggle escapes you as you hide your smile behind your hand.

“that’ll cost you for my services,” he shoots back, packing up his tools as he gets ready to close for the night.

the bike shop’s been busier as of late. and it’s a good thing, really—it’s not as slow as it once was, not a small worry in the back of his mind that things won’t end up working out. it means he doesn’t have to live in the storage room of the brothel anymore, means he can get a place with you now—however rundown and small it may be.

but it also means less time with draken, means later nights of him tinkering away and working on messed up engines and faulty brakes. so you decide to squeeze in a few extra moments where you can.

“how’s your favorite for dinner sound? that should cover my total,” you hum, arms looping around his neck. a low chuckle rumbles through his chest before his hands find your hips. he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, longer than it needs to be, longer than he tells himself—but he can’t really pull away once the warmth of your skin hits his.

“we only take cash or credit, i’m afraid,” he teases. you pout, swatting his chest playfully as you huff.

“you’ll never grow a business that way,” you argue, “there’s lots of potential regular customers you’ll be missing out on.”

“that so?” he raises a brow, sighing softly as you press a few kisses along his jaw, stopping just as you reach below his ear. he closes his eyes, lets the soft pad of your finger as it traces his cheek soothe the long day’s ache in his muscles.

“yeah. i think you should add kisses to the list of payment methods. you’d be rich if i was your customer.”

“well, too bad for you, i gotta split the profit with inupi. he’s not gettin’ none of those,” he flicks your forehead, one arm curling around your body and pulling you closer against his chest.

“i’ll give them to you as a tip, then,” you offer.

“kay, tip me then,” he taps his cheek with his finger. you lean in to press a peck to his face—and then you pull away just before your lips touch his skin.

he scowls, hand cupping the back of your neck to keep you from pulling away any further.

“nuh uh, you gotta pay me for my services,” he grunts, “where do ya think you’re goin’?”

“i don’t know if you’ve noticed,” and now it’s your turn to flick his forehead, laughing as his lips form a frown—and really, it’s more is a slight pout, but he’ll never admit it, “but we’re not at home yet. you’ve gotta give me a lift first.”

“you bring a helmet?” he purses his lips. you glower at him as you shake your head.

“no,” you mumble. he grunts unhappily. “but that’s not fair,” you whine, “you ride a bike without a helmet all the time, kenny.”

“and that’s no reason why you shouldn’t,” he says firmly, grabbing your hand and pulling you to follow him out the door so he can close the shop. “lucky for you, i got an extra just in case.”

his palm is callused and rough against your soft one, and for a moment he wonders how someone as hard and sharp as him can fit with someone as gentle and delicate as you—but he supposes your fingers entwine perfectly, and your hand fits in his like a glove.

and then you squeeze, and he squeezes back, and it doesn’t really matter anymore.

“you’re no fun, kenny,” you grumble, lips curled into that soft pout of yours—the one that almost, almost makes him reconsider.

but then he remembers things he really doesn’t want to, and his hand tightens around yours the tightest it ever has—you glance at him in concern, and he loosens his grip just a little.

“you still look cute in a helmet, baby,” he assures as he shoots you a tight-lipped smile, one that really doesn’t reach his eyes. and you understand, just like you always have, so you stop him in his tracks and cup his cheeks before pressing a few tender kisses across his face, stopping just above his lips.

“do i look the cutest ever?”

“the cutest ever,” he agrees, snorting as he shakes his head in amusement. the tension leaves his shoulders as you smile softly—and then your lips touch, and your arms find his neck as his find your hips, and everything’s fine again.

and he lets himself hold onto a little faith that it always will be.

“fine, i’ll wear one,” you mumble against his mouth, “but consider this your tip paid in advance.”

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