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maehemthemisfit · 2 years
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Y/N: I'm tired of your bullshit!
KISAKI: I'm tired of your bullshit
Y/N: Then fucking leave then!?
KISAKI: I'll fucking leave, tf is wrong with you?
KISAKI: I'll beat everybody tf up in here-
MIKEY: Who? Beat who up? *Puts dorayaki down*
KISAKI: Oh, no- Not you bruh...
DRAKEN: Hah? Then WHO??
CHIFUYU: Aye bruh, who tf is you gon beat up bro. who?
BAJI: Yeah, that's what im tryna figure out, who you finna beat up?
ANGRY: That's what tf we tryna figure out
SMILEY: Who tf he gon beat up??
MITSUYA: Bro, who is you talking bout?
KISAKI: No... no, I-I wasn't talking bout none of yall
IZANA: Man i heard you said you was gon beat up everybody ass in here, who bitch?
KISAKI: No no, not you Izana-
SOUTH: THEN WHO? You said everybody in here, you aint talking bout me.
KISAKI: Yo chill-
RINDOU: Ain't no chill bro who tf is you talking bout?
RAN: Awh wait, this bitch said he gon beat up everybody in here? BITCH WHO?
Y/N: YEAH BITCH, WHO? WHO TF YOU GON BEAT UP???
TAKEMICHI: AYO, yall figure out who he gon beat tf up? who? WHO BITCH?
EVERYBODY SURROUNDING KISAKI: WHOOO WHOOOO, WHOO BITCH??
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smiley-babe · 2 years
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What You Need
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Draken x Reader
Nsfw/ MDNI 18+
⚠ Warning: body worship, infidelity, mentions of abuse, mentions of pregnancy/ forced pregnancy, mirror sex, pet names (pretty, baby, beautiful), soft sex with Draken, overstimming, cunnilingus, pussy drunk Draken, slight angst, Kisaki slander, time skip Draken
Summary: Draken tries to help a close friend in an abusive relationship but is stupidly in love with her. 
Wc: 4.3k
An: Happy Papi’s day to Draken 💕
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There’s a knock on his door. It’s late and he wasn’t expecting any visitors. But just to be safe, he tucks his glock in his waistband of his shorts.
He sighs when seeing you. Hair disheveled, lip stick smeared and black trails of mascara on your cheeks. Draken moves aside to let you inside. 
Obsidian colored irises watch you sit on the couch. He sets his gun back on the table near the door. “What happened this time?,” he asks calmly.
Your head hangs in shame over yet another argument with your boyfriend. It seems like he never has time for you. But when he does he’s being condescending and controlling. It’s surprising how well you’re able to hide the fact that Draken is a close friend. You’re not allowed to have friends. What would you need them for when you have Kisaki Tetta, your loving boyfriend?
“He’s doing it again,” you mumble, not needing to explain. He knew what that meant. The control Kisaki has over you is slipping. He thinks if you two have a baby it will keep you tethered to him forever. 
Draken knew all too well that your relationship with the man is abusive. You just can’t see it because he love bombs you after every argument. Expensive shopping trips, getting your hair and nails done, and taking you on a bunch of lavish dates. It’s the only time it seems like he gives a fuck about you. 
“Gonna leave him yet?” He sits next to you on the couch, keeping a good distance between the two of you.
“I- I don’t know. I love him Draken. Honestly I can’t see myself with anyone else.” He tries not to show how hurt and angry he is. The hope that one day you would leave Kisaki and love him instead was fleeting. 
He quirks a brow. “Even after all the shit he does to you, how controlling and toxic he acts, you still want to stay? Geez y/n I always thought you were a smart girl.” 
Your lip quivers a bit. Draken is right and it’s hard for you to admit. The truth burns like a knife digging through your skin. Kisaki doesn’t love you but he loves controlling you. “You- you know what he does?” He nods his head as to say to continue. “He mounts me like a fucking dog. Barely any foreplay. And when he’s done I have to lay on my back for about ten minutes so ‘it can take.’ I just feel like an object at this point. Not a person...”
The male has to keep his composure while hearing your story. The blood in his body is boiling. How such a pretty vibrant woman got mixed up with an egotistical maniac like Kisaki is beyond him. He wish he met you first but he’s stuck drying your tears and bandaging your wounds like the good friend he is.
“Y/n you’re only adding more evidence as to why you should leave him. You know you can always stay here if things get too much for you.” He’s begging you in his mind for you to stay. To let him protect you from the awful world full of men who will hurt you.
You shake your head, eyes downcast. “I don’t want to put you in danger Draken. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.” 
He smirks. “Callin’ me weak girl?” On the inside he’s happy that you care that much about him. 
Finally you meet his eyes. You can’t help the butterflies that stir in your tummy when looking into them. “Of course not. I know how dangerous Kisaki is Draken. He’s not to be taken lightly.” 
He chuckles, showing his pretty white teeth. “I’m just as dangerous sweetheart. I just never show that side of me to a woman so special.”
Your gaze holds adoration as you smile at him. “You’ve always been so sweet Draken. I appreciate it a lot,” you mumble the last part, hugging your jacket tighter around you as you look away from him. 
By now Draken feels as though he’s overthinking, He wants to finally admit his feelings for you. Finally convince you to leave the man who wouldn’t fully give you what you want. What you deserve.
He plays with the silver ring on his finger, twisting it while his brow furrow in thought. “I know he’s what you want y/n but he’s not what you need.” 
You feign confusion, head cocked as you look at him. “What is it I need then Draken?”
He scoots a little closer to you, his knee touching yours. “You need someone who’s going to treat you with respect. Respect your space, your friendships, and your choices. Someone who will take you on dates that you both will be interested in, not just to show off their wealth. And after that date will make love to you and worship your body. Someone who will listen to and comfort you during your time of need.” I’m what you need, he wants to say. He attempts to gently wipe your face but instead smudges more of your mascara. 
“Draken... I think I need you. At least just for tonight. Then we can go back to being friends.” You lean into his hand that’s caressing your cheek.
“And what if... I don’t want to go back to being friends?” For a tough man he was scared of your answer.
The sudden confession is a little bit of a surprise to you. But you also had a feeling this was the case. His wandering gaze that he tries to hide was still picked up on. His usual stoic demeanor seems to soften around you. It was all tell tale signs that he possibly wanted more. 
“Draken I don’t know if we can pursue something. If Kisaki finds out-” 
“For once y/n think about yourself. What do you need?” You chew your lip in thought before meeting his narrow eyes. 
You’re leaning close to him, lips parted in pure desire. When bumping into him, literally, a year ago, you didn’t expect to fall so damn hard. He seems so intimidating at first with his height and tattoo inked across his left temple. But his grin said otherwise.
Your hand runs up his chest, feeling the hard plane of muscles under his black tee. “Please Draken. I need you.” 
He closes the gap between you two. Pecks turn into interlocking of lips. Your arms wrap around his neck to bring him deeper into the kiss. He holds your cheek gently and swipes his tongue on your bottom lip. Your lips part more, inviting him in. His tongue strokes against yours and you moan softly. 
After that the kiss got a little out of control. Fueled by pent up desire and constant pining. The feelings you two share are mutual. Since the day you met. If Kisaki didn’t have you so tightly wound around his finger you would pursue your strong feelings for Draken.
It’s hard for him not to leave marks on your exposed neck and breasts. He knew it was best for this to be kept a secret for now.
Your clothes have been ditched on the floor by now. Meanwhile Draken is still fully clothed. “That’s not fair Ken,” you pout a bit. “I want to see you too please?” He tugs his shirt over his head with a smirk. “Shorts too.”
“So impatient mama. We have all night.” Despite his small protest he still slid off his shorts. You can’t help but stare. Sure Kisaki is a well built but he’s not as well endowed. Even though he’s still wearing his boxers you can tell it’s big.
“Does that thing touch your fucking knees? Geez Ken.” 
He damn near bursts into a fit of laughter. “I’m sorry. Is it too big for your liking?,” he chuckles.
You shake your head and giggle. “It’s just... it’ll be the biggest I’ve taken.” The skin on your face heats up and you avoid his gaze. God I sound so pathetic, you think to yourself.
Draken cups your face and makes you look at him again. “Hey don’t be nervous. I’ll go as slow as you need.” You nod and get up. His eyes follow you as you start walking to his room. He immediately gets up to follow you to the room. 
When in the room you finally free yourself from your damp panties. His eyes eagerly soak up your nude figure. Your bra is tossed on the floor next to your panties. “C’mon Draken. Don’t be shy,” you almost mimic him.
The brunette’s tongue pokes his inner cheek. He wants to make you eat your words. Before you know it you’re on your back on the bed. Draken is on his knees in front of your thighs that he holds open. 
You gasp when feeling his tongue make contact with your clit. He flicks over it slowly, watching you squirm in his hold. “You’re so pretty sweetheart,” he mumbles into your slit. 
His tone is soft and you can tell he means what he says. He dips his tongue between your folds and groans from the taste. “So so pretty,” he murmurs in between his licks. 
“M- more Draken... pleaaaase.” Your hand caresses his head as he presses his tongue into your fluttering slit. He stiffens his pink muscle as he slides it in and out of you. 
Your thighs shudder under his hands as you struggle to close them. He lets go of them and lets your plush thighs close around his head. He pulls his mouth away and rubs his fingers through your spit soaked pussy. 
He starts with one finger, pushing it through the first tight ring of muscles. The digit is thicker than yours, already stretching it a bit. “Doing okay?” 
You nod. “You can add another one. I can take it.” He smirks and adds another, thrusting them deep into you. “Fuck Ken~” His other hand holds one of your thighs on the bed. While his fingers pump into you, his tongue is busy on your clit again. “Hah~ Ken- oh my god,” you moan and grab his ponytail for some type of support. 
His dark eyes close, listening to every whimper, curse and moan. The pads of his fingers press the spongy spot on the roof of your cunt.
It’s hard not to see stars right now. No sound comes out of your mouth as you start clenching down hard on his fingers. “There you go baby. Let it out.” You tremble and cry out when he keeps thrusting his fingers slowly into you.
“T- too much Ken...” He removes his digits and stands up finally. Now he can see the fresh tears on your cheeks. He disappears for a bit and comes back with a wet cloth. He cleans up your face, removing the mascara streaks and smeared lipstick. “Thank you Ken,” you say smiling softly. 
“Of course baby.” He tosses the rag somewhere and removes his boxers. You gasp when seeing it standing up, looking so pretty but intimidating. It’s long but not super thick. You wanted so badly to run your tongue over the two fat veins running up the underside of his length. The tip is flushed bright pink. He sits on the edge of the bed. “When you’re done staring come sit up on my lap.”
Without hesitation, you crawl over to him. You straddle him and lock lips with him. He kisses back, nipping at your lips to hear you whimper. His hands touch everywhere, squeezing your ass and hips. 
When he pulls away he moves you so your back is against his chest. In front of you is a large mirror. “I want you to look at how pretty you are while I fuck you. Think you can do that?”
You can’t even focus with him kissing over your pulse point. “Y- yes please.”
“Go head and sit on it. ‘s all yours.” You didn’t even hear him after he said to sit on it. Immediately grabbing his cock, you raise your hips and line him up. He sighs when feeling his tip rub through your soaked folds. 
Slowly you sink down on him. “Fuck,” you whine out when feeling him stretch you open. At first you struggle to take him even with all the prep. “I- I can’t Ken.” 
“Go all the way down. I’ll do the work baby.” You do as he says, cursing when his tip presses against your cervix. His hands go under your thighs pushing them up so you’re wide open for him. “Look at that,” he coos, already moving his hips up to push himself deeper. 
“K- Ken ‘s so big,” you pant and whine as he stretches you open more.
The black haired male grunts as you squeeze him tightly. “Fuck baby you’re tight.” He nips at your neck and speeds up his thrusts. “Watch yourself. Watch how pretty you look,” he rasps out.
You focus back on your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes trail down to where you two are connected. Your cunt drools and clenches around him with every movement. This sight is so lewd but makes you throb with lust.
Ken is moving you up and down on his shaft while snapping his hips up, barely leaving the warmth of your pussy. It’s enough to leave you a whining, crying mess. His cheeks are flushed and he’s panting and moaning softly in your ear. He watches your breasts bounce and your face scrunching up in pleasure.
He moves your face to the side and joins his lips with yours. The kiss is sloppy like his thrusts. Teeth scraping, tongues swiping, spit swapping. Your hand wraps around his ponytail as the kiss deepens. He swallows your moans as he drills into you faster. 
“Fuck Ken.” The coil in your stomach tightens. Your fingers sloppily rub over your clit, trying desperately to cum.
“Cum for me baby. Wanna see your face, beautiful,” he grunts. Tears stream down your face as his tip continuously knocks into your cervix. 
He smirks when hearing your cute gasps and cries of his name. The tip of his cock gushes his load into you as your cunt clenches around him from your orgasm. “Good girl. So good for me,” he pants out.
Slowly he pulls out of you, still very much hard. “Ken… I want more,” you whine and plant kisses on his jaw. Being with Draken is so easy and makes you feel safe. It feels natural to want more of him.
“Whatever you want, I’m wiling to give,” he whispers, kissing you deeply again. You feel like you could kiss him for hours. But he pulls away, to your dismay. “Lay on your back on the bed for me.”
With wobbly legs you crawl on the bed and lay your head on his soft pillows. He smiles a bit because you look so adorable in his bed.
But he didn’t want to waste his time staring. He needed to give you what you asked for. While lining himself up, he notices his cum seeping out of you. He tries not to smirk with pride.
You gasp when he pushes inside again. He leans down to capture your lips again, muffling your whines as he slides in deeper. “You okay?,” he asks.
You nod quickly so he can just move. His big hands grip your thighs and push them high enough for your knees to almost touch your ears.
This time his thrusts are hard and constantly hitting your spot. Your jaw is slacked and tears prick in your eyes. Ken squeezes your thighs tight and groans when his overstimulated head kisses your cervix. “Been wanting this for so long- fuck. s’ good.”
Draken looks pussy drunk. His cheeks are damn near red, his lips are swollen from the many shared sloppy kisses. His jaw clenches and unclenches every time he moans. If you look closely you can see his eyes roll back into his head.
The pace of his hips doesn’t falter. His dark pupils watch his cock slide in and out, a mix of his cum and yours forming a milky ring around the base of his cock.
Another orgasm creeps up on you and Draken can feel it. He removes a hand from one of his thighs. A shiver runs through you when he rubs over your clit with his thumb. “Fuck please Ken,” you begged.
He can feel your thigh twitch under his large palm. Your moans are breathy and whiny. Nails digging into his shoulder cause him to hiss and go faster.
The look on your face probably will never leave his mind. Your brows are furrowed and twitching. Your mouth opens and closes as you squeak out his name over and over. Your eyes involuntarily water with tears.
“Oh my god Kennnn!” Your back arches off the bed and your toes curl as you cum again. This one was more powerful than the first two orgasms you had.
Ken’s hips stutter a bit but he keeps going. “Just a little bit more pretty girl.” His strokes start slow, making you feel every inch and every vein on him. With every snap of his hips your nails dig deeper into his shoulder and your legs twitch.
“Hold on sweetheart.” He moves you into a mating press. You can feel even deeper. His thrusts are even harder, almost knocking the breath out of you. Cockhead knocking harder into you and reaching that spot again.
“Please please please Kennnn,” you babble and moan under him. You don’t think you can handle another orgasm. But at this rate he’s going to force another one out of you “T- too much Ken please,” you stutter out.
His lips brush over your jaw and neck, planting small kisses there. “Gimme one more baby. Just one more, I promise.” You nod with him and moan louder. Draken feels absolutely addicted to you. He doesn’t know how long he’s survived without being inside you. “This pussy is so good,” he practically whines. “Want it to be mine- fuck. Want you to be mine,” he slurs out, sounding intoxicated. 
You pull him into a sloppy passionate kiss. One that you put all your feelings into. “All yours Ken,” you mumble out when you pull away.
Finally you’re cumming together. Both of you letting out loud moans. Ken closes his eyes as he fills you again with his cum. Your pussy feels like it’s vibrating from how many times you came. “N- no more please Draken,” you beg him.
He laughs a bit in between his panting. “Okay y/n. Want a shower? Maybe a bath?,” he offers.
“Bath please.” He nods and smiles, finally pulling out of you. You whimper and he flashes an apologetic smile.
“Sorry baby. Wait here.” The pet name gives you butterflies every time. He spends the night cleaning you up and making sure you feel good. 
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A month passed with you staying with Draken. It was as if you were his housewife. Cooking for him, doting on him when he has some sort of injury from work, stealing kisses wile you two were out.
But one day he gets home and is greeted with silence. He searches the apartment for you, calling your name, trying not to panic. He calls your phone and it instantly goes to voicemail.
That’s when he finally catches sight of the note on the kitchen counter. He picks it up, noticing droplets of blood marking the bottom. A lump forms in his throat when he reads the note:
I’m sorry Draken. I have to go back to where I belong. And that’s with Kisaki. I love him, not you. Don’t call me anymore. It’s over. This is goodbye forever.
Ken knows these aren’t your words. You were forced to write this. But it still hurts. He felt so alive around you. It was hard for him to find that in a woman. And just like that it’s gone.
He’s pissed. Pissed at himself for leaving you alone. Pissed at Kisaki for being an abusive monster. Pissed at the universe for not letting him have you first. 
Now he doesn’t know what to do. He can’t stop the tears. Can’t stop the raging anger in his chest. 
It’s when he tears up his living room in a fit of pitiful anger that he finally realizes how much he loves you. Sitting in his mess he now realizes he never got to say those words to you. To truly make you understand the effect you have on him.
The decision he finally makes is hard. He thinks that he should move on, forget about trying to claim you. He sadly can’t compete with Kisaki. You always end up running back to him. Whether it was through force or not, you always wind up back in Kisaki’s arms and not his. In retrospect, he’s wasting his time chasing after someone who refuses help. But Lord knows he hopes to meet you again.
And he does. About a year and a half later. He’s working in his bike shop, tinkering with a beat up bike he found on the side of the road. To him, it has potential. 
A shadow blocks his work and he looks up with an annoyed expression. But he’s met with a familiar face that makes his irritation melt away. “Ken... I’ve missed you.” God your voice is saccharine to him. 
He stands to his full height and takes in the sight of you. He notices your hips are wider, breasts rounder and fuller. He almost misses the stroller next to you. But that’s the least of his concerns right now.
Seeing you again draws him in close, like a moth to a flame. His hand caresses your cheek, making sure you’re not a figment of his imagination. You lean into his touch with a smile. “Y/n... why?,” is all he can get out. 
You sigh, sadness overtaking your face. He wants to wipe it away. A frown doesn’t belong on your pretty face. “Ken I’ve always had such strong feelings for you. Since we met I knew you were meant for me ya know. Sounds so crazy but my heart doesn’t lie. I love you Ken Ryuguuji.” 
The black haired male is stunned to say the least. On one hand he’s mad he didn’t get to say it first. But on the other hand he’s fucking elated that you feel the same. “I love you too,” he says with a grin. He hasn’t smiled like this in a while. 
His lips meet yours after so long. He’s eager, already deepening it, pulling your body close by an arm around your waist. Your arms wrap around his neck as you kiss back with just as much fervor. 
He pulls away when he hears noises. You hear them too and quickly rush to the stroller next to you. His eyes widen when you push the top down and reveal a fussy baby. You soothe the child while unbuckling him. “Want you to meet someone little guy.” 
Ken immaturely backs up when you step close to him with the baby cradled to your chest. “Draken meet Itsuki. He’s your son.” A smile lights up your features when you look down at the boy who stares up at you with big eyes. His irises the color of coal, just like Ken’s. 
Said man is in shock. “How?” You’ve left him speechless yet again.
“When I was with Kisaki I was taking birth control behind his back. But that whole month with you I forgot. A part of me kind of hoped it would happen.” Your gaze falters from him back down to your infant.
He still hesitates to step closer. “Why did you even leave? I- I thought I kept you happy.” 
A sigh escapes your lips and you look up at him. “He threatened to kill you. I didn’t want to lose you like that. So I agreed to go with him. But I never stopped thinking about you.” A shiver runs up your spine when recalling that day. How badly you were hurt but all you could think about was Draken’s safety.
You try to caress his cheek but he steps back again. His eyes are downcast and his jaw clenches. “You leaving again?,” he mumbles. He wouldn’t be able to forgive you if you went back to Kisaki and let him raise his son. Ken can’t handle anymore heartbreak from you.
The only thing you can do is smile. “Kisaki is... well he’s dead. Pissed off the wrong person apparently.” The dark haired male finally notices the all black attire you’re wearing. Did she just come from the funeral?, he thinks. “There’s nothing getting in the way of us anymore. I promise Ken.” He finally meets your eyes. You can tell he’s still hesitant, having been hurt by you before. 
His big arms embrace you, his lips kissing all over your face. “Be careful. Don’t squish the baby,” you giggle. He looks down at the little boy who is occupied with his mother’s necklace. 
“Can I hold him?,” he asks meeting your eyes. You nod and gently place the nine month old in his arms. “He’s a heavy guy,” he says with a chuckle. Itsuki reaches out and touches his dad’s cheek with a little smile. “I love him already,” he chokes up, tears threatening to spill.
You smile and stroke the baby’s dark wild hair. “We both love you Ken.” Itsuki agrees with a little squeal. 
“Is that right Itsuki?,” Draken talks back to him making you giggle. 
Finally you both feel happiness, in each other’s arms once again. And you two sure as hell won’t be letting you go. You’re what he needs. He’s what you need.
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ashieeeesh · 2 years
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Y’all i had to do some justice on kisaki’s eyebrows
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carl-unironic · 2 years
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this is kisaki (dead)ass
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darkreunioniscoming · 2 years
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Damn. Trauma.
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louixcx · 2 years
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~A takemichi x truck-kun story~ ‘Why won’t senpai notice me? Why? Why? Why?!’ Truck-kun thought as it watched takemichi from a far. It really loved takemichi and would do anything for him.
One day truck-kun was passing by when it saw beat up takemichi in front of kisaki who was beat up as well. ‘did.. did he hurt my senpai?!’ It thought as it began to feel at rage just by the mere sight of kisaki, that’s when it lost control and the next thing it knew it had drove faster and hit kisaki 
‘no one hurts my senpai…’
Fin~
A/n: this is just made for fun btw XD
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kokonoihell · 2 years
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OKAY THIS WAS DONE BY SIBLING 2 AND HE HAD (not much) HELP FROM ME (sibling 11) AND SIBLINGS 5 AND 6
He wants to make a bigger one but he has to read the manga first since he only saw the anime and based this off of it alone—
He is a huge Kisaki hater tho 🫢
HELPPPPP
THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY BWAHHAHAHAHA
oh I just know he's gonna love the manga
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starixis · 2 years
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I had an epiphany…
Kisaki’s backstory is a literal Crime City ad-
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Clown-
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tigerjawed · 2 years
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that’s gonna be some salty popcorn 🍿
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atsumwah · 1 year
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consequences
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featuring : sano manjiro
notes : i have no idea how this started but this was the fastest thing i wrote out of everything so far....i just wanted them to be scared of reader hihi,,,, obviously timeskip toman members here and also reader uses they/them pronouns! (and mikey calls you baby like a lot)
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"oh no."
"good thing it's already busted down anyway.""who gave them a freaking knife?"
"mikey, what did you do?"
mikey was screwed. he was really utterly screwed. and it seems like the whole gang knew it too.
"i didn't do anything." mikey whispers back. "i think."
"you think?" baji pipes in, smacking him on the head. "well you better figure it out because it doesn't look like they're going to stop."
mikey gulps as he watches you, the love of his life, the only reason he gets up for the day— beat up a worn out door. and you're terrifyingly good at it too. he's pretty sure they have to clean it up later  —lord knows no one was brave enough to approach you right now, not when you're this angry. angry at him for that matter. 
look, it wasn't like it was intentional. these last few weeks has been busy and sure he hasn't seen you in a while but he thought you understood that. well—you did and you also did bring up the fact you rarely see him anymore and maybe he kind of sprung it on you that you were annoying him when all you wanted was to work on your relationship—okay fine he gets it. this was entirely his fault. 
and maybe it was kind of his fault for teaching you how to fight too (okay that's a lie, he thinks it's attractive as hell but he never thought he'd actually be at the receiving end of it.)
"mikey," draken drawled out, holding his shoulder in a very tight grip, "fix this. we have a meeting in a few and seeing your partner murdering a door isn't something we want others to see."
"yeah yeah, got it." he says, taking a deep breath before making his way into the room. he can do this. he's the president of toman for crying out loud. he can definitely talk to you rationally and come out unharmed.
yeah, he's getting his hopes up way too much.
"10 bucks says he'll chicken out." kazutora said.
"not helping me here." mikey says through gritted teeth but still made it towards the room.
"hey baby…" he starts off, testing the waters. he sees you stopped midair from stabbing the wooden door—or whatever is left of it. "can we talk?"
"i don't know, manjiro. can we?" he winced at the use of his first name.  
"yeah, i deserved that." he paused when you went back to stabbing, then tried to lighten up the mood. "heh, are you imagining kisaki's face again there, babe?"
"no, i'm imagining yours." 
ouch. okay that backfired.
"look i'm—" he settles down behind you, sitting on his knees, "i'm sorry, baby."
"sorry for what?" you mumbled, stopping and looking behind you. 
"i'm sorry for not listening to you before. i know i was tired but i had no right to say that to you." he sees you drop the knife, thank god.  
you've turn around now, the murderous glare you had before slowly morphing into a disappointed one. "i was just worried about you. but you made it seem like i was suffocating you or something and if i am then, "you let out a sigh "then just tell me and i won't bother you again, manjiro."
"you're not," mikey immediately interjected, taking your now free hands in his. "shit, im sorry for not handling it any better. i really do appreciate everything you do and i promise to be a better partner to you. please don't stop bothering me. you know you're the only thing keeping me sane here, baby." 
you let his thumbs draw circles on the back of your hand. "you mean that?"
"god yes." he's doesn't hesitate to pull you in a hug. "i might actually go crazy if you're not here with me." 
"then do better on making that known." you muttered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as you relaxed in his hold.
"trust me baby, i will." he kisses your temple before looking back at your face. "am i forgiven?"
you nod, which was all he needed to know before he kissed you and was happy to feel you were kissing him back.
"so…did you really imagine it was my face while murdering the door? you were kidding, right? right? say something please."
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reblogs are appreciated bbys <333
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linpunny · 10 months
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Tell me why I just saw a kisaki tiktok with the background music to big boy by sza
KISAKI AINT A BIG BOY IM CONFUSED AF HE A SHRIMP YALL CANT BE PUTTIN HIM IN THE BIG BOY CUFFIN SEASON
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maehemthemisfit · 2 years
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*Y/N, Takemichi, & Baji walks in a room with Kisaki and Hanma*
Takemichi: Yall smell that?
Y/N: Oh my god....
Y/N [Gags and covers nose]: tf is that??
Hanma [Groans]: Ugh, here we go...
Baji: [deeply inhales]
Baji: ... smells like BITCH in here
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How much do you think Hanma knew about Kisaki's obsession with Hina?
What do you think his opinion was about it?
I always figured Hanma made little teasing comments about how there are better women out there and try to get him hooked up with a girl at a bar or something
which moot is so kindly indulging me in my unreasonably long rants? i love you endlessly
I don't think Hanma would have asked much early in their friendship but as Michi starts leaping and fixing shit and forcing plans to change, there's no chance Hanma doesn't know by then. And bro by the time high school and beyond rolls around Shuji had to have been so fucking amused that Kisaki was so torn up over some blandass vanilla sweethearted chick.
a bitch goes off on a rambling disaster of headcanons.
Like, we've got Shuji who lives life seemingly only for the rush of adrenaline, partnered up with a little yandere incel who's rattling off convoluted ass plans to start killing people to punish this girl who's clearly into crybabies,,,,and I think half his daily fun comes from riling Kisaki up about the situation.
Hanma makes the most stupid and mundane bets with Kissaki, and being the ultimate gambler (and probably cheater in some cases) that he is, he always wins and always set his pal up on dates that he had crashed on more than one occasion and caused some undue chaos for the laughs
Hanma 100% hires sex workers for Kisaki but they almost always end up acting like his therapist in a very Holden-Caulfield-Chic turn of events. They don't mind, usually, as long as they get paid, but the few times a girl has blown up at Shuji over his friend's drunken and probably upsetting depressive antics, Hanma has delighted in tossing them over his shoulder and passing them off to a bouncer in a routine he likes to call "time out."
Hanma is the wingman Kisaki not only didn't ask for but actively discourages. A pretty girl waiting on them who asks about Kiskai's jewelry and listens to him go off about fine wine with a little sparkle in her eye? You KNOW Shuji is gonna go out of his wait to mention her pretty strawberry blonde hair and how she's just his type, sweet and innocent and pliable but such a hard worker. Hanma has his people learn about her schedules and drives Kisaki crazy with his insistence that he has to take the girl out.
I wouldn't out it past Shuji to set up a whole all (meme-y) intervention for Kisaki where he goes down a line of his favorite working girls to highlight their favorite things to do and talents and shit. All in the name of convincing Kisaki to A) get his dick wet and relax on the workload he's giving the guys and B) remind him there are other, hotter, cooler girls out there and he's wasting his precious youth pining after a dollar store girl next door when he could have a n y o n e now. The intervention actually serves to send the girls off on some lucrative benders with some of the other execs.
In the end, I think Shuji's teasing devolves into, the oh-so-it's-not-about-the-girls-clearly-you-want-me territory and Kisaki doesn't know if the early teasing or the late stage teasing is worse.
sorry not sorry for the hina slander but from shuji's perspective the most interesting thing about hina is the concept of corrupting her and you all know it.
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ashieeeesh · 2 years
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Kisaki drawing process 🥰
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sanzusbaby · 2 years
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Can I just say that I really love kisaki simps
Like y’all are always so much fun n into the wildest shit I swear
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