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medijoshanks · 3 years

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22:35 pm. nsfw ⠀

“Who's a good boy?”

Kazutora knows that one is a tricky question.

He learned from past mistakes, foggy memories of times where he could barely recognize himself underneath you, lost in pleasure as his hazy mouth answers before he could help it, “I am”. He remembers you completely stopping afterwards. “Oh”, you'll say, “so you'll be a good boy for anyone, babe? You’re everyone's little play thing?” he shudders at the thought, hates it, he could only be yours, never wanted to be anyone else’s, so he denies it, “no, baby, ‘s not what I meant-” “Wrong answer, Hanemiya.”

Kazutora shrivelled at the memory. Nothing good came out of you calling him by his name. “I'm your good boy.”

You smile down at him, his pretty little body all bare for you, as you straddle his thighs, the edge of your miniskirt tickling his balls. “That's right baby, you're my good boy. Only mine, this dick belongs to me, yeah?”

Kazutora’s hips stuttered at your words, the possesive undertone of your voice makes him shiver, your hands wet with his release fastening around his length leaving him on the edge. He could feel himself getting close at the lewd sounds coming from his dick– so close, he was almost there–

Your hands come to a halt. “You okay there, baby?”

Kazutora groans, feeling himself growing desperate at your teasing words, trying to hump your soft hand to no avail. It’s the second time you’ve done this to him tonight, and he feels frustrated tears pricking at his eyes. “Please, I’ve been good for ya, babe,”

You feel your own pussy throbbing at the sound of his wrecked voice, high and raspy as he begs. Taking pity on him, you start to stroke him again, slowly, thumb brushing over his thick tip. “You feel so good in my hand, pretty boy, think you can come like this?”

He whines out a yes, planting his feet on the bed but he dares not move until you tell him so, letting you freely use him the way you want to. He’s so good, so sweet for you, you need to hear him say it. “Who's good boy are you, baby, let me hear you.”

A few tears of pleasure have dropped from his eyelashes down to his chin, wetting his blushing ckeeks. He moans, “yours, I’m only yours.”

Kazutora feels your other hand gently massaging his balls along with your steady pace on his length, making his toes curl at the feeling, and he pleads, “baby, please, I need to cum.”

“I don't know,” you tease, “you look so good making a mess for me like this, should I let you cum?” it was true, Kazutora looks so pretty all fucked out like that from your hand, looking like he was melting into your touch, lovely golden eyes brimming with new unshed tears. You wanted to take your time to eat him all up. Pretty little pillow prince.

Kazutora seems to have other thoughts, though, his patience growing thin as he answers, “please, you feel so good, baby, I won’t be able to hold on any longer.”

His shaky hand finds your clit through your panties, working his fingers in fast circles on top of the wet material until he has you whining too, wet patch on your panties growing larger. He was panting, looking at you so intensly you feel his cock getting impossible harder. It looked like it hurt, so you coo at him your permission.

“Cum for me, babyboy.”

He moans high at the consent, his feet on the bed working as leverage as he finally moves his hips off the bed to rapidly hump into your hand. You smile as he cums with a long groan of your name, hips faltering and dick throbbing on your hand, softening.

He hasn’t even come down from his high yet when he eagerly pulls your body from your thighs all the way up to his face. You let out a surprised sound, pussy now hovering a few centimeters above his face. “Thank you, baby,”

Kazutora’s hungry eyes are watching over your soaked cotton panties before moving it to the side, leaving an open mouthed kiss to your center. Kitten licks you once, twice, his voice is muffled by your leaking pussy when he lets you know, “now’s your turn.”

#kazutora x reader #kazutora scenarios #kazutora smut #kazutora x you #kazutora drabble #kazutora x y/n #hanemiya x reader #hanemiya smut #kazutora hanemiya #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x you #a lil something i couldnt finish for his bday:( i love u bb #sub kazutora #timestamp

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medijoshanks · 3 years

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inumaki toge | volume 0 🍙

#toge my beloved<3 #inumaki toge #jujutsu kaisen

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hii do you write headcanons too or is it strictly drabbles and scenarios? i loved the draken one btw♡♡ keep it up!! <3

hey there! yeah, i write hcs too. i'm actually working on a request for the bonten man! and thank u so much, i appreciate it <3

#nonie🍃#rqs are open if you'd like to send one in !

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smiling like an idiot after reading your draken fic , it was so good !!<3

this warms up my heart<3 thank you for reading it, have a nice day!

#thank u for passing by #nonie🍃

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#they eat<3 #tokyo revengers #hanagaki takemichi #matsuno chifuyu #takefuyu

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Take my hand (take my whole life too).

“I wanted to know if you were free to go on a date tomorrow. With me.”

A beat.

Silence takes over the two of you, and Draken still hasn't lifted his gaze from his feet. You blink, then "What?" you reply smartly. You must have heard him wrong, right?”

Warnings: rated M for suggestive mentions, (reader only thinking about it) but nothing explicit.

Genre: purely fluff. friends to lovers. pining after each other. confessions. first hand holding experience. idiots in love.

Word count: around 2400. enjoy!

It was nighttime in Tokyo.

A hot summer breeze was taking over the city, the calming sound of cicadas was ringing in your ears, though it may seem strange to hear them all the way up to the busy districts. They calm you as you slowly make your way down the street, even if you weren't particularly worried.

You arrive at the bike shop at the same time that Draken comes out of it, his strong pale hands stained with oil were carrying a bowl of freshly cut fruit. He looked good, his eyes were tired but they were still shining in the light of the sunset's pink and orange tint, and he looked good.

God, you were so, so, so in love with him.

But what then catched your attention was the clothes your friend was wearing– or rather, the lack of them.

You mutter a quick thanks as you take the bowl from him, looking down and picking between the pieces of red and green apples to avoid staring at his sweat cladded chest. Huge chest. Muscular chest. Huge and muscular chest, you found yourself jealous of the sweat latching onto his broad shoulders, gently dropping down to his pretty collarbones, as if caressing them. Like it was mocking you for not being able to do it yourself.

Great. Now you were thinking about it.

You manage to look away, even if it took all of your self restraint to do so. Maybe, if you had stared a little bit longer, you would have noticed the embarrassed smile enhancing Draken's handsome face. "Isn't it closing time?"

Draken gives the old clock on the wall a quick glance, its angry red numbers reading 19:53. He sighs. "Yeah, it would be if only my shitty client didn't ask for his bike to be fixed by today."

You curiously tilt your head to your side. He tries not to let it get to him. "He didn't tell you about the deadline beforehand?"

"He came by today morning, saying he needed it to be done by today but no other shops were taking him," he sighs, again, putting his hands in his jean's front pockets. It's the black pair, the same one Draken has been loving for longer than 3 years now, the one that's ripped more than a few times on the right side of his crotch. Mitsuya had to sew them up more than a few times already, the last time in Luna's presence. Guys nowadays want to keep some things to themselves, you know, she innocently commented. You had laughed so hard you had to leave the room, and Draken won't dare to ask him for help again. "I told him there was a reason why no one did, the bike was in a pretty bad state, but he told me he could pay in advance and in cash, so I figured why not. I canceled the other fixes and just got on his case."

You frown at that, handing the fruits back to him and leaning against the garage. The wind was slowly growing colder as the night approaches, and you wonder if Draken's feeling the cooling breeze or if he'll catch something dressed (underdressed) like that.

Draken wasn't the type of guy to do something he didn't want to for money. And even if he lived for bikes, for finding out why they were broken and driven by a stubborn motivation to fix them, you could tell this one was tiring him out. "Is there any reason you took on his offer?"

His head hung low at your words, but not before you could catch a growing pink color softly making its way to his cheeks- was that a blush?- and he stumbles a bit on his feet, shrugging it off. "I wanted to buy something and he gave me the amount that I needed left."

You hum at that. He was definitely not telling you the whole truth, but you let it slide. Before you can answer him, his phone rings with two new messages, and you recognize Inui's personalized tone.

You don't mind, telling him it's okay to pick up and instead, taking the new opportunity to stare as respectfully as you can at his bare body. Draken pretends he doesn't notice.

[21/9 19:59] Inupi: Hey.

[21/9 20:00] Inupi: Found any time to buy the jacket yet?

His eyes widen at the message, but he immediately returns to his default stoic face expression when you take a quick glance at him.

[21/9 20:00] Draken-kun: no, not yet

[21/9 20:00] Inupi: Is she there already?

[21/9 20:01] Inupi: Have you finished the job yet?

[21/9 20:01] Inupi: Do you want me to buy it for you?

Draken smiled at the messages, finding his friend surprisingly sweet and supportive. You suspiciously stare at him. You know it's only Inui on the phone, so why is he smiling like that?

[21/9 20:01] Draken-kun: yes. no. no. thanks though. i'll call u if i need anything

"Are you close to being done with it?" you ask him, trying to regain his attention.

He notices, naturally, and decides to be difficult. He purposely denies you of his attention and pretends to focus on his phone, staring at the Okay. his friend just texted him. You pout. "Mmhm, maybe another couple hours or so. You getting tired of me already?"

You chuckle at that. As if. "Nah, not yet. You promised to buy me pizza today and I'm not leaving without it."

Putting his phone back in his pocket, he playfully squints at you. "You're barely digesting my fruit, and now you're not only demanding more food but you're asking me to buy it. Is this what I became to you?"

You snort. "You promised. And what can I say? I'm pretty high maintenance."

Draken’s amused, a fond smile making its way to his face. "Yeah, I would know."

"Oh, please, don't act like you hate it." You mirror his smile, your own more gentle and less teasing. "You know food tastes better when you're eating with people."

He hums in agreement. "You're not wrong, I do feel better when I'm eating with you."

He says it with such a sense of familiarity that it almost has you dropping to your knees in front of him. You don't answer, can't trust yourself not to make it weird with your stupid mushy feelings, so instead you choose to take a look outside.

The darkness of the night has already surrounded you both, the sound of cicadas no longer a constant now and more like a faint background sound. There were dimly lit stars starting to show up in the sky, which was definitely not usual for nights in Tokyo, but it seemed like something about tonight was different.

You wonder how different it would be if you felt Draken's warm hands entangled with your own, swinging back and forth with your head resting on his chest. His heart would beat loudly at your closeness, erratic sounds of thump thump thump, and you would tease him for it even if your own heart was beating louder, stronger. Can two lovers look at the night sky in a different light, just like all those romance books had said?

The sound of his voice takes you out of your daydreaming. "Uh, what are you doing this weekend?"

Once his words fall upon you, you force your heart to slow down at the implication of his sudden question. You swear every minute spent with him has shortened your lifespan. You can’t help but think if this was anyone else, you'll say he was about to ask you out.

But this is Draken, and you know all about his past and his hurting, so you try to think of the question in a friendly way, the only way he surely sees it. "Today's Saturday," you glance at him, even if his eyes were now trained on the floor. You were already supposed to get dinner tonight, and you suppress the thought of him wanting to see you again tomorrow already, like a b-word would. You shake your head, not daring to let the thought carve deeper inside your brain. "Do you mean tomorrow, or are you asking me to go somewhere after dinner?"

He hesitantly smiles, and nervousness sounds uncanny for a guy like him, so you start to feel a bit anxious too. "I wanted to know if you were free to go out on a date tomorrow. With me."

A beat.

Silence takes over the two of you, and Draken still hasn't lifted his gaze from his feet.

You blink, then "What?" you reply smartly.

He rolls his eyes, frustrated, his stare now boring into yours with an intensity you haven't seen on him before, and you could sense the atmosphere turn awkward. It's the type of silence you watch in rom-com movies after an unrequited love confession, and it's dumb because this is not a confession and even if it was, it could never be one sided– the ridiculous amount of emotions you had for the man standing in front of you proves it. But then he says it, "I'm asking you to go on a date with me tomorrow."

You gasp, and consequently, choke.

On air, visibly shocked at his words, and maybe that was the wrong thing to do because you see him stiffen at your response, as he nervously continues, "I have a gift for you." and immediately scrunches up his face afterwards, like he just said something wrong. Like he just screwed it.

You think you're about to go into cardiac arrest right now with how hard your heart dropped to your feet, so harsh you feel it on your toes, and you can't help but plain out stare at him.

Him. The guy you've been pining after for all these years– Draken, the strongest best friend, his friend's heart and pillar– the one that kept them stuck together, he was the embodiment of immovable object meets unstoppable force in a battle. That same strong and feared Draken was now standing in front of you looking like an expectant child, seemingly thrown off balance with his trembling eyes and burning red cheeks, even if the temperature of the night dropped low enough that he needed to put on a shirt. God, he needed to put on a shirt.

It was astonishingly normal, how much he looked like a boy right now. He looked like Ryuuguji Ken, even all out of his element shining in a timid light, he was beautiful. You couldn't take your eyes off him.

But Draken's not a writer nor a poet, and he reckons his strength doesn't lie on his words– to describe his feelings out loud, he uses his body. Whether it was protective fists thrown at someone's face and standing up for his friends, or a comforting hug to a hurting loving one, he was a man of action. So for him to pour his feelings out in the open for you to choose what to do with them, was scary.

But he didn't take his words back, and he didn't try to make a joke of it all, even in the face of possible rejection – that was something he learned from Takemichi. Taking every fight with your head held high and standing to your feet when you get knocked down. So withholding his breath, he waited for whatever you were going to throw at him, whether it was a brutal punch to the gut or a loving hold on his heart.

The need to hug him was increasingly becoming overwhealming. You wanted to hold him tight to your chest, to cry out of joy and yell at him all the same for thinking even for a second that you didn’t feel the same.

You needed to answer him. The silence is deafening now, and his eyes are starting to close up on you, and you can’t blame him– but you can't let that happen either. So taking a shaky breath, you grab his hand, gently intertwining your fingers together.

He seems hesitant still, eyeing your face like he's trying to read what's going on inside your mind, but his eyes don't seem empty anymore and he is not moving away from your touch.

You bite your lip, searching his face for any type of regret, and when you can't find it, you decide to take your chances. With a slowly growing smile and confidence, you let him in. "Do you like me, Draken? The way you would like a girlfriend?"

Draken lets out a breath big enough you can see his chest deflating. "Yes."

"Okay. Straightfoward, okay." Taking a big breath (focusing on inhaling, exhaling, inhaling, exhaling), you pull his other hand out of his pocket and squeeze both of them in your sweaty palms. "I like you too. I would love to go on a date with you.”

You look at him, eyes glistening with a shine brighter than of all the stars tonight together, and you wait.

He stills for a bit. Distant in the back of the shop, a cricket must have crawled it's way inside filling the silence with its singing. The clock never stops ticking, even if time seems to stop right at this moment. But all you can notice right now is DrakenDrakenDraken, wearing the most dazzling smile you've ever seen on him. "Dumbass, you scared me for a second."

He tries to hold onto his beaming smile, and granted, fails miserably. He's never been one to hide what his body feels, anyway. He looks exactly like he feels, like the weight of the world is off his shoulders, and he's so handsome, you want to kiss him so badly. You don't even try to hide your giggles, knowing you must look ridiculous but feeling light and happy at a thought, he’s yours to kiss all you want, now.

You impulsively lean up and he follows you, bending down low enough so you could kiss his cheek, hot to the touch in a way only you're allowed to feel now. As you pull away, happy feet rocking back and forth under you and a very happy giant staring you down, you decide to tease him (and receive a small roll of his eyes in return). "I still want you to buy me pizza tonight, though."

"Of course."

ㅤ

Later that night, when he takes you home and drops you off with a kiss to your forehead ("you can kiss me in the mouth now, you know." "i know. but no kissing on the first date." "this isn't even our first date!" "all the more reason to say no."), he goes straight to the store where they have the black and white jacket you've been eyeing for a while now, one that coincidentally matches his own, and buys it. He gives you the gift with a pretty bow the next day, you couldn't hold your tongue in anymore and straightly told him you were in love with him. It's safe to say he suddenly had a change of heart about kissing (and doing other things) on the first date. You think it’s a good thing this was his last first one.

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medijoshanks · 3 years

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— SURREAL DREAMS

a little drabble for our birthday boy, in which he forgets it’s his special day <3

❀ pairing: kazutora x gn!reader

❀ genre: fluff, comfort

❀ wc: 958

“…(y/n)?” kazutora hesitantly calls out, voice laced with a perplexed daze. his eyes wander around the room looking for a certain someone. but to his surprise, you’re nowhere to be seen.

“could’ve at least texted me if you were going out…” he mumbles to himself, checking through his text messages. a small chuckle bubbles up in his throat. the only people who really text him is you and chifuyu. chifuyu, to mostly send pictures of cats from the pet shop.

kazutora feels strange this sunless morning—truth be told, he feels today is an unordinary day. but he can’t quite put his finger on it.

am i forgetting something?

slipping his feet into the plush bunny slippers you bought him a while ago, he runs a hand through his hair. attempting to loop the strands through the hair tie, he lets out an exasperated sigh when it all comes apart. you’re usually there to tie his hair in the morning…

kazutora doesn’t expect anyone to ever be there with him. so it was definitely a surprise when you started staying the nights. he didn’t oppose. a deep part of him really likes it.

but the unspoken truth is he doesn’t want someone to be there for him. he wants someone by his side. to stay by him despite all the ugly and bitterness he has bundled up in his caged heart.

but that would be asking for too much…right?

“right,” he exhales, letting out a shaky breath. the morning fog feels lonely today. when he closes his eyes, he suddenly feels he’s back in those prison stalls, hands clamped together, heavily breathing in and out. his arms shake by his sides, head ringing.

inhale. exhale. inhale. exhale. inhale. ex—

“tora,” you softly say, gently placing a firm hand on his arm. kazutora’s eyes snap open. he gulps, the lump in his throat feeling big. “you’re back.” his voice slightly wavers, big eyes staring into yours.

you nod. “i went to buy groceries. i’m making dinner tonight.” you chuckle. his eyes follow your figure as you place the grocery bags on the counter.

“oh…i thought you…” his words seem to drag along, feeling stuck in his throat. i thought you left me.

gripping his own arm, he shakes his head. “never mind,” he puts a smile on his face. “i’m glad you’re here.”

with the small of your back against the counter, you lean your elbows on the smooth marble. a smile creeps onto your face, eyes narrowing. kazutora would be lying if he said that familiar smile didn’t back his stomach flip and eyes avert.

“c’mere,” you say, glancing up. he raises a brow before shuffling closer to your body. there’s only two feet of space between the both of you, to which you playfully roll your eyes. “closer.”

kazutora blinks back, a few loose strands of his hair untuck from over his ear. the beaded and chained necklaces seem to glimmer around his neck, even in the dull light. your eyes drop lower to his body.

shirtless and only wearing a pair of boxers and black sweats, kazutora’s tattoo stands out the most. the inked pattern swirling on his skin. you take a glimpse at the curves of his waist and the lines of his abs.

so perfect. so beautifully crafted.

“what’re you doing?” he murmurs, following where your eyes glance to. shrugging, you don’t look up. “checking you out, obviously.” you say in an undisturbed voice.

kazutora’s cheeks heat up. he furrows his brows, avoiding eye contact with you.

you laugh, and within a blink of an eye, your finger hooks between the band of his boxers and pulls him in. a small gasp of shock leaves his lips when he staggers forward, catching himself with his arms on either sides of your body.

mouths only inches apart and towered over you, he stares back in a dumbfounded startle, seeing your body trapped between his and the counter.

“tora, do you know what day it is?” you smile close to his lips, nose brushing against his. he shakes his head, wanting to dip his face lower. “…n-no…”

“it’s your birthday, silly.” a quiet giggle leaves your throat when you look at the blank expression on your boyfriend’s face. he makes an ‘o’ shape with his mouth.

“oh, right…forgot…” he nervously smiles. when you wrap your arms around his neck to push your chests closer together, his hands immediately shoot to your waist and loosely grip your hips.

“happy birthday, pretty boy.” you kiss the tip of his nose. kazutora can feel the heat pool into his chest. his legs feel weak, so he moves closer to you. breath on your flushed skin, his head falls to your collarbone.

“what did i do to deserve you?” he mumbles, pressing soft kisses on your neck. you nudge your nose against his cheek, lips leaving ghost-like touches on the side of his head. “you have to learn how to forgive yourself, tora.”

he freezes, head still buried in your neck.

“everyone forgives you. so you can forgive yourself.”

the words seems surreal coming out of your mouth. like he’s in a dream. or possibly nightmare.

the thought of forgiving himself feels scarier than living.

“forgive…myself?” he whispers, looking into your eyes. you nod, brushing your thumb against his cheekbone. he leans into your touch, despite his heart screaming to run the other way.

before the tear collecting in his eyes can drop, he moves in to capture your lips in a kiss. hands tangling themselves in his hair, he pulls you closer.

i love you, i love you, i love you.

kazutora isn’t sure if he can truly ever forgive himself, but being with you makes him really want to try.

#🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺❤w #lo amo señores y señoras lo admito edtoy enamorada de un dibujito #tokyo revengers #reblog #TE AMO KAZUTORA NO ME DEJES NUNCA CULONA #chifuyu-whisperer #tokrev. recs

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2.54 a.m. nsfw.

"Ken? Ken, babe?"

"..."

"Keeen, love of my life, you awake?"

Draken sighs. You give him your best puppy eyes- he's not looking at you, mind you, too tired to open his eyes yet- but he knows exactly what you're doing. "No, ‘m not."

He feels a stubborn little nudge on his shoulder. "Can you make us tonkatsu with ramen, my handsomest husband?"

Draken feels hot blood rushing to his face at your words, but he refuses to let himself blush because God damn it, he's a man now. "It's 3 am. And I'm your only husband, of course I'm the handsomest."

He hears you chuckle beside him before he lets out another defeated sigh, opening his eyes. But he's not going to look at you. Not going to fall for it. Nope. "Please, handsomest man in the world. Your babies want their daddy's cooking."

He should have seen that one coming.

Of course you'll play with his drowsy heart like that. Now he's definitely watching you, entertained black eyes staring at your own mischievous ones.

You, his pretty wife laying bare on his bed, only a soft white duvet protecting your round belly all full of his children from his hungry eyes. He quietly keeps watching as carefully you grab his cheeks to make him face you. Manipulative litle shit who knows what buttons to push, you know you've got him wrapped around your little finger.

That’s why he didn’t wanted to look at you. Because he remembers his taunting words all these months ago, “gonna let me fill you up with my kids?”

Draken's thumb found its way to your spent, swollen clit, rubbing harshly on it the way you liked it best, still fucking you stupid until the familiar pleasure on your navel almost felt a little too much, but he knew you- the way he had your hot slick soaking his balls down to his thighs, your pussy wildly throbbing around his hard length, he knew you were close to the edge, all because of him.

“This is the only pussy I’m ever filling up, ‘m going to let everyone see how good you make me feel when I fuck you, yeah?” He dazedly smiles at a particularly loud moan of his name, along with the squelching noises coming from your cunt, he was barely keeping his own sinful words in. “You're a little sadistic, baby, aren't you?”, you're not listening to him, and he knows your mind’s too fucked out to answer him properly, but he can’t have you ignore him. So he quickly pulls out of you, ignoring your distressed little whine, only to roughly slap his hand on your puffy lips until you desperately nod yesyesyes for him.

"Shh, I know, little one,” he reassures you when he moves inside again, picking up his fast momentum with cero restrain, lowering your legs from his shoulders to let them wrap around his waist, having you choke on your own saliva. “You’re taking me so well. Won't stop cumming 'till you make me a real daddy, ‘kay, baby? Going to carry all of my brats- gonna be all mine, all of you.” He pants, feeling you secure your legs on his waist and moving your hips faster against his, your pussy tightening on his dick at his words.

Your head falls back onto his fluffy pillows, pretty foul mouth hanging open, letting out unholy moans that has Draken gritting his teeth, until he feels like he can't take it anymore. “Fuck, baby, you're so good for me- always good for me-shit, gonna cum,” his hips are erratically jamming into you as he finally lets himself go, letting out a low groan as he roughly rides out both of your orgasms, devilish hips eventually slowing down.

A shiver goes down your spine as you feel him lean down to pepper open mouthed kisses over your neck. But he hasn't had enough of you yet, and you seem to think the same thing, his sensitive dick twitching when he notices your burning gaze on the place your bodies still connect. Draken harshly sucks on your skin when he starts moving his hips again, can't help the fluttering low in his stomach as he picks up his pace, barely giving you time to catch your breath. His mind set on giving you a family, “if you let me, I’ll promise to take care of you both.”

Draken sighs, and he knows he lost this round. He's got a promise to fulfill, after all. With a parting kiss to your precious tummy and a quick peck on your lips, he gets out of bed, butt naked. "I'll bring it to bed, you spoiled brats, so don't move. I‘ll make you sum eggs with it."

#timestamp #im so in love with the idea of draken having a nice fulfilling life after everything hes been through #i just want him to have a happy ending :(#tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers smut #draken smut #i mean kinda(?#draken x reader #draken x you #draken fluff #draken scenarios #tokyo revengers scenarios #ken ryuuguji smut #ken ryuuguji imagines #tokyo rev x reader #timestamps are a little less serious for me so they wont have any pictures lol

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medijoshanks · 3 years

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mikey x f!reader x draken

Summary - your neighbors mikey and draken rescue you from a thug who broke into your apartment looking for them. you’re grateful. hurt/comfort/smut. implied poly at the end.

a/n - dom mikey, dom/switch draken, sub reader. threats of violence, break in, choking, threats with a knife, generally tonally this is the same as the show, so if you made it through that you should be fine, threesome, lots of praise, impact play, mikey has a god complex(so mild sacrilidge), creampie, marking, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex. characters + reader mid twenties.

MINORS DNI

wc - 4k

this is my first tr fic i hope the characterization is ok - im only partway through the manga so no spoilies pls.

You take a deep breath, standing in front of the door. Neighbors. You could talk to them, get used to them, even, but this, this was different. You’d practiced this conversation in the mirror, at least four times before coming over, imagining the best way to put this, that removed you from the narrative as much as possible. You knocked softly on the door, and a huge man answers, he’s maybe an entire foot taller than you, with a long blonde braid and a tattoo of a dragon on his temple.

“Hm?” He grunts barely a full word as your hands knit and unknit in front of you.

“Ah, um,” You smooth your hair, “I’m so sorry to bother you.” He nods, shoulder squared, eyes cold.

“You’re my downstairs neighbor, right?”

“Ah um, yes sir,” he watches your hands do a nervous little dance in front of your stomach, mouth quirking into a half smile at the use of the honorific.

“Sir, huh?”

“Sorry, I, that felt weird when I said it.” You shiver, despite the warmth of the summer day. “I um, I had a man stop by my apartment last night, looking for you?” That gets his attention, dark eyes widening as he opens the door.

“Come in.” You glance over your shoulder, and then back at the comically large man. “Please.” He says in a low voice and you nod. “Oi, Mikey,” he calls, “We got a visitor, stay decent.” A slightly shorter man, with long blonde hair falling around his face lifts his head briefly from the couch, raking his eyes down your silhouette the moment your back is turned. “Can I get ya some tea?”

“You don’t need to-”

“It’s no trouble.” He turns his back on you for a moment to step into the kitchen. “Tell me about the man who came to see me?”

“Well um,” you take another deep breath, “He wanted know if a um, Manjiro Sano lived here and I said, I said no, because I don’t know a Manjiro Sano. Then he asked about you, but I ah-”

“That’s my name,” the blonde on the couch sits up.

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#i loved reading this so much #caring boys being caring and a little nasty #the way you made mikey a soft dom was so nice and you definitely stayed in character 🛐 thanks #gentle dom mikey is so hard to find lol #draken being perfect as always. my man.#tokrev. recs #doinmybesthere

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medijoshanks · 3 years

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tokyo revengers manga icon recolor by me ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

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#so pretty. ❤#rb #tokyo revengers

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medijoshanks · 3 years

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11. things you said when you were drunk.

warnings: drunk, tipsy smiley. cursing. timeskip smiley so he's in his 20's, but i don't mention any manga spoilers!

genre: fluff. established relationship.

playlist; won’t go home withouth you - maroon 5, stereo hearts - gym class heroes ft adam levine.

40 things you said ask prompt now closed.

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“Hoya, we can’t get in if you don’t tell me your password.”

Nahoya Kawata cutely shook his head no, an innocent smile present in his face.

He moved out of his brother’s and his apartment recently, and only a few hours prior he had fully settled down in his new house, and had changed his password from the generic one that came with the system to a personalised one that same day. But you couldn’t be with him yesterday and he had been an absolute child about it, whining at you at any chance he got about how much he missed you, even if you had been with him the whole day before. You rolled your eyes, hiding your own smile at his adorable pout. You couldn’t show him your weakness for this soft side of him or else the intoxicated little shit will simply take advantage of the situation and exploit it.

You damn him and his charming face. “I can’t do that, baby, password's a secret. But,” giddy blue eyes stared at your own expectant ones, trying to clumsily pull you near him. He hiccuped, and it shouldn’t be as endearing as it was, but he was too stubborn on this new sudden idea he had to notice your softening eyes. “I’ll tell you if ya sing a song to me, deal?”

“Or you just could put it in yourself, Nahoya. Here, come,” you grabbed your whining boyfriend from the waist, trying your best not to let him fall, and moved him to the door where the lock awaited the required 6 numbers to let you pass through.

Nahoya, of course, decided to be difficult. With a childish stomp, he refused. “Nuh uh. A' want you to sing to me first.” Gracelessly pulling himself out of your grip, you let him slump to the floor, crossing his arms at you as if to prove he could be more of a brat that he already was. “I won’t do anything ‘less my baby sings to me.”

You covered your face with your hands, repressing your need to yell in frustration and instead heaving out a long sigh. Where the hell was Souya when you needed him? Ah, right, he wasn’t home, he was out there using his twin’s bike because his broke down, being the whole reason you had to drag your boyfriend’s ass home at 3 am, basically carrying him alone from the bar to his apartment. Massaging your temples, you cursed the twin. What a wasted opportunity, you thought, he could at least be here to record this on his phone and send it to you later.

“Nnngh, you won’t sing to me, won’t kiss me, won’t even call me baby and now you're not paying ‘ttention to me? What kinda significant other are ya?!”

You rolled your eyes, again, wishing this man child wouldn’t be so fucking loud this late. You didn’t kiss him because as soon as you put your face close to his, he pushed you far from him and vomited all over the poor bar’s entry, but you didn’t have the patience to remind him that. “Fine, I’ll sing to you, you giant baby, but only if you promise you’ll get inside as soon as I’m done.”

You gave up fighting him, lowering yourself until you were sitting beside him on the ground, and Smiley quickly draped himself all over you, legs over yours and both your arms linked with his. He was a clingy drunk. “Of course!” he shrinked to himself at your deadpan stare, quietly repeating, “of course, I promise.”

Leaning closer to him, you put one of your hands out from his grabby hands to cover your mouth, hopefully saving his neighbours from hearing your voice this late, and softly started to sing to him the first song that popped into your head. You started humming a random Maroon 5 song, hearing him let out a dreamy sigh at your choice. Still singing in a low tone, you smirk, knowing this would calm him down. His lame ass enjoyed all of their songs.

Maybe it was the late hour, the liquor on his veins, or the hallway’s lighting was playing tricks on him, yet all Nahoya’s hazy mind could see was you. He thought you never looked more beautiful than right now, taking care of his spoiled self, being so good for him, with your love and attention. Did you even know what you did to him? To his heart? Who’s kingdom has he saved in his past life to deserve you, now?

Nahoya hugged himself closer to you, like he wanted nothing more than to merge himself with you until you both were one body alone, and quietly behaved. It didn’t matter if he deserved you or not, he thought, he’s not letting you go anywhere anytime soon.

When your tranquil humming came to a stop, you swore he purred in content, squeezing you against his body. “Mhm, I love you, ya know? Password’s your birthday. Souya teased me so badly for it, baby, ‘wasn’t even funny.”

You rolled your eyes for what felt like the nth time this night. Of course it was your birthday, you think as you aid him to shakily get up. Nahoya stands with your help, slowly puts his password in and when it’s done, he proceeds to lay all his weight on you, once again. He comfortably nuzzles to your neck, and you try to hide how shy his answer made you, putting up your best uninterested face. “C’mon, let’s get you inside.”

As always, naturally, Nahoya sees straight through your façade. He laughs out loud, totally amused, ignoring your menacing “quiet down!”, his breathy laugh on your neck giving you goosebumps. He turns fully around to you, giving you one quick peck on your lips before you can protest, “I got you all flustered, haven’t I, cutie? You already know I love you."

You only chuckle at him, “move, c’mon”, and yeah, you think as you the both of you finally go inside, a framed picture of his twin and you greeting you two on the wall by his front door, you know he loves you all right.

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#i hc smiley as the softest boyfriend ever dont @ me #im a little in love with him your honor #smiley x reader #smiley x you #nahoya fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x you #smiley fluff #nahoya kawata x reader #also im adding the read more feature from now on!! :)#im trying to keep these as short as i can hehe #ALSO totally got this from the drama Her private life you know that scene? yeah i miss ryan gold man

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medijoshanks · 3 years

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Hiii! 14 with Toge please!

hi love, sure! thank you so much for requesting :)<3 this one is slightly angsty but also very fluffy lol. i hope you like it!

40 things you said ask prompt now closed.

14. things you said after you kissed me.

Warnings: mentions of blood. female pronouns, no female bodied descriptions though.

“Toge?”

You almost feel dizzy at the intense love that rushes to your heart at the sight of Inumaki Toge kneeling in front of you, his pretty, pretty lilac eyes filling up with unshed tears. Feeling a weak smile making its way on your face at the sight of your boyfriend, you raise your blood stained hand to his handsome face. You think you’re gonna miss it.

Toge then kisses you, his moves so sudden and harsh you think it will bruise both of your lips, like he’s trying to push all the words he can’t say into your mouth with his tongue. I’m not leaving you, he tries to let you know, tears falling from his eyes to your cheeks, he tries to make you understand. His hands twitch, nervously taking hold of your waist, desperate fingers squishing you tightly to his chest. Maybe if he pulls you close enough, you’ll feel his heart trying to beat all his words left unsaid into you. Trying to beat for you. Are you going to be alright?

He slumps in relief when you start kissing him back, moving your lips ever so softly over his if only to slow him down, your own tongue delicately touching your boyfriend’s, trying to soothe all his worries. I’ll be okay, you dweeb.

Then you remember you’re the one who can actually say it, so you do. “Hey,” you pull away from his needy lips, breaths ragged and foreheads touching, and your eyes crinkle fondly at the corners after he chases your lips for one, two more pecks. You don’t think you feel any pain no more. “I wouldn’t complain any other day, but I don’t think leaving me breathless is gonna help my case here, dummy.”

But you’re so close to him you can see the uneasiness in his eyes still, so you pacify him, hands dropping from Toge’s face to his hands. You squeeze them as strongly as you can manage, giving him a fragile smile. “We’ll be alright.”

Later that night, when you’re already safe in the dorms and in bed for the day, showered and patched up- feeling dozy from the pain pills, you’re sleepily facetiming your boyfriend about today’s mission. But your eyes widen and you gasp when an unexpected thought occurs to you. “Toge, that was our first kiss-! No, no, that was my first kiss! You stole it from me!”

You watch his cheeks turn from their usual pale state into an apple-crimson color, and you’re sure yours are starting to look the same. You can feel your heart thumping loudly inside your chest because of his silence, so you don’t tease him for the slip.

Yet once the words settle in, Toge’s quick to smile shamelessly- his eyes lighting up even if they looked heavy with drowsiness just a second ago. He raises his hands to gleefully signal you, “Of course I was your first kiss, I’m your first boyfriend- and the last one, may I add,” he chuckles, and you see through your screen how the cursed lines around his mouth stretch while he wears an unapologetic smile, puffing out his chest. You can’t be fake mad at him anymore. He looks down right giddy, openly proud of himself for kissing you, but you don’t miss the almost shy way his fingers hurriedly work to tell you something that made you bashfully smile in return, “and I know you liked it, so how about I do it again?”

#im sorry i just saw this req today!:( hope you enjoyed!#inumaki x you #inumaki fluff #inumaki toge fluff #inumaki toge x reader #inumaki x reader #inumaki toge angst #toge x reader #toge x you #i didnt knew how to end this and i wanted to keep it as short as i could so the ending was rushed :$ sorry hehe #jujutsu kaisen #also unrealistic descriptions of first kisses lol i was not delicately doing anything #also also this is a universe where toge learns sign language to comunicate because why not.

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