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Tokyo Revengers Head Cannons #1: You Give Him an Eskimo Kiss (Draken, Ran)

Ryuguji “Draken” Ken:

🐉 You’re chilling on his breaktime, having just finished sharing a homemade meal.

🐉 He’s lounging, halfway into a food coma, with an arm slung around your shoulders while you nuzzled into his side. He’s still in his overalls, and smells a little like grease and his drugstore sandalwood perfume.

🐉 His slowing breaths bring a smile to your face, and you look up at him. He’s beautiful like this, eyelashes casting shadows over his cheeks and lips parted slightly.

🐉 Yet you sigh; he still has some work to do, and he hates closing up late. 

🐉 So, being the amazing person you are, you decide to remind him. Your mouth opens to call out to him, but just as your vocal chords prepare, an idea hatches in your noggin.

🐉 You’d seen a child do this to their parent on the way here. The term escapes you, but it involved rubbing the tip of your nose on the other person’s. It melted your heart, and you figured with Draken’s tall and pointy nose, it was a walk in the park. 

🐉 You crane your face up to his, and with bated breath, touch your nose with his and slowly shake your head. 

🐉 His eyes fly open, and you nearly fall off the couch with the strength of his shock. You whisper an apology and try to explain yourself, but he’s bug-eyed and…blushing?

🐉  He stammers, asking what the hell you were doing to him, and you tell him he has to go back to work, else he sacrifices his sleep. Turning a little red yourself, you narrate the series of events that led up to this point, avoiding his eyes.

🐉  Once your little tale comes to an end, you peek from under your lashes to see Draken still pink in the cheeks, but the edges of his lips were twitching.  

🐉 Before you can ask, or maybe apologize, he roughly runs his fingers through your hair, mutters that you’re too adorable for his heart sometimes, then plants a kiss right atop your head. You’re practically a stoplight by the time he gets up again, and relish in the soft fluffy feelings that little gesture brought to your heart.

Haitani Ran:

☠ He and Rindou had gotten themselves into a brawl yet again. This time it was some cheap-shots who wanted to usurp their positions as kings of Roppongi. 

☠ The fight didn’t last very long, but one of them managed to land a punch, the knuckles ripping a ridge across Ran’s cheek. He took care of the dude with a swift whack to the temple and sent the bastard skidding across the street. 

☠ Much to his amusement, his baton left an imprint on the guy’s forehead, but with how the cold night air bit at his open wound, he thinks he should’ve swung harder. Honestly, the shit Rindou gave him for actually getting hit-in the face, no less-stung more. 

☠ As they weaved around neighborhoods, the streets gradually became familiar and Rindou kindly points out that your apartment building is around three blocks away. 

☠ Since it was closer, and neither of them really wanted to travel far at 2 in the morning, the brothers knock on your door with absolutely no consideration of you actually being asleep. 

☠ Ran fingers your doorbell with all his might, while Rindou raps his busted knuckles against the wood. The younger brother actually left bloodstains on your door, but you’d only find out through a concerned neighbor the following day. 

☠ Footsteps stomp towards them, and Ran mentally prepares himself for the beast that is a half-awake you, while Rindou remains blissfully unaware of what’s about to come. That pissant was more trouble than he’s worth. 

☠ The door slowly creaks open, revealing you with purple eyebags and a bedhead that could’ve passed as a (h/c) lion’s mane. The brothers freeze, and you glare at them for approximately 30 seconds before gesturing for them to come in. 

☠ As could be expected, all the lights are off with blankets haphazardly tossed on the back of your couch. What Ran didn’t expect soon enough, however, was the stacks of abused papers and textbooks atop your coffee table. 

☠ Only then does he remember that you have college entrance exams coming up in two days. Suddenly, all of your in-phone complaints flooded his conscience, particularly rants about how sleep-deprived you’ve been for nearly two weeks, hence why you’d been skipping out on date nights. 

☠ His heart drops, and now his chest hurts more than the gash on his cheek. He turns to you trudging to him with a first-aid kit, one you had jokingly decorated to look like that of your favorite zombie shooter. The “Haitani starter pack”, you called it. 

☠ Whatever mirth that memory conjured was quickly crushed when you sit him down and open the kit. Christ, you’re probably worse off than they are. Your half-open gaze could barely focus on his face, and in your clouded state you’d forgone even turning a light on. 

☠ Rindou’s blessedly silent, a fleeting thought suggesting he might’ve fallen asleep already. Sighing, he reaches over to flip the switch on your floor lamp and winces when you squint even more. His whispered apology isn’t answered, and his brows droop. 

☠ The smell of disinfectant stings his nostrils, followed by a hotter burn on his injury. Resisting the urge to hiss and dodge the offending cottonball, he opts to take a good look at you. 

☠  Behind the fatigue and drowsiness in your eyes, there’s flecks of worry and confusion. Despite how many fights they got into on a regular basis, it’s a rarity to have them come home scathed. Their arrival must’ve frazzled you quite a bit. Ran curses himself and the cosmos to have aligned this with your currently stressful lifestyle. 

☠ Silently, he reaches for your vacant hand with both of his, rubbing your knuckles slowly. You finally reciprocate his gaze, and he sees it morph into crystalline forgiveness. It radiates from your eyes like starlight, and it only dug his mistakes deeper in his heart. How did he deserve you?

☠ Strangely, you put down the now-pink cottonball and frame your hands on his cheeks. He’s quick to nuzzle the uncut side of his face on the plushness of your palms, closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them up to your soft smile. 

☠ His heart stutters, and his ears start to heat up. Your descent to his face is slow, and inch by inch he burns this image of you in his mind. He keeps his eyes open, curious as to what you might pull, but then…

☠ The tip of your button nose tickles his pointed one, and his composure crumbles like a dry cookie. He becomes a literal stop sign: stiff as hell, and all red up top. 

☠ His gaze refuses to break yours though, and Ran thinks to himself that maybe this wasn’t too bad, after all. 

[brattylikestoeat]

[gravityjunior]

That's because pea flower tea works naturally as a ph indicator! It will turn magenta when mixed with acid (lemon juice) but will turn cyan green when mixed with something alkaline (baking powder, bleach etc.)

[kaouala]

i'm not putting bleach in my tea

[red-letter-imagines]

High- Whethan, Dua Lipa

Welcome to the Mood Maker Playlist! It’s a new series I’ll be making featuring Tokyo Revengers and some songs that I associate with certain scenarios. 

Once I get enough posts up, I’ll be making a master list of sorts. Feedback is always welcome, drop by and say hi I’m lonely :(.  Anywho, I love y’all, tell me how you feel about it and smile!

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[red-letter-imagines]

Reaction When You Suck on Their Tongue Part 1 (Draken & Haitani Ran)

Ryuguji “Draken” Ken: 

It started out as something your friend saw on a magazine. She showed it to you behind her favorite cherry blossom tree-an article giving tips on how to kiss better, headlined with big red letters atop the page. There were illustrations of red-lipped women sucking faces with a man, and even step-by-step instructions on how to perform said techniques. 

Now, you thought yourself above all of that. After all, you managed to snatch the heart of Toman’s Vice President, the infamous “Draken”, without consulting any of these lewd literature. You told your friend this, yet just as you stood your ground as an upstanding teenage citizen, she asks you this:

Don’t you wanna take control for once? You faltered, and that was all it took for her to chip away at your resolve. Draken had always taken the lead in your relationship. It came as no surprise; he’s led men into battle, after all. In his own unique way he took good care of you, even if he often acted aloof with the people he held dear. Your friend knew well that you’d been racking your brain on how to reciprocate those affections, and to her this might be one of the best ways to do it. 

So here you are now, atop his beloved Zephyr and kissing him with all the passion you could muster. Draken often took you on rides around the city at random, sometimes upon your request. The cool whistling wind always calmed you both down and brought about a mood that never failed to warm your chest. This time, you asked him to drive you around under the guise of being stressed from school. He was at your door in less than five minutes, smile already rousing the butterflies in your stomach. 

He stopped when you reached the riverside, the city’s noise a faint murmur in your ears. Draken’s hands are hot on your hips, his warmth seeping even through the Toman jacket he wrapped around you. Your lips met his in short bursts, tongues meeting briefly before parting. You scoot closer to him, fingers ghosting down his dragon tattoo. Trying to recount the instructions on that damned magazine, you move a hand down his jaw and stroke the skin. 

He sighs, and unconsciously opens his mouth a little wider. Carefully you usher his tongue further with yours and close your lips around it. Draken groans from the back of his throat when you start softly suckling on it, just like you would a popsicle on a hot summer day. The arm at your lower back pulls you into his embrace, his eyelashes tickling your cheeks. Pride flares within your heart at his fervent touches, a heat you’ve never quite felt before spreading to the rest of your body. 

A giggle stops at your throat when he chases your lips after parting. You’re both out of breath, chests rising and falling as one. He pushes your head under his chin, and you could feel his racing heart under your cheek. He says nothing still, but when you look up his cheeks are near crimson and there’s a giant grin on his face. You bite one back yourself. 

Maybe that magazine wasn’t so bad, after all. 

Haitani Ran:

Being in a relationship with one of the smuggest bad boys in Japan is just as exhausting as it is exciting. Ran loves to keep you on your toes, whether it came to dates or little pranks, with little to no moderation. You often told him that you’d die of a heart attack one of these days, and he’d just brush it off with one of his languid, yet loving smiles. 

It’s unfair how much of an effect he has on you, and how it often left you wondering if you held the same power over him. Ran is a master at concealing his feelings despite how expressive he is, and you wanted so badly to be the one to shatter that façade for once. You just…didn’t know how. 

Until some heifer decided to try and crash your date one Saturday afternoon. From the moment you met up with Ran, she’d been skirting around him like a hungry mosquito: peeking from corners and sitting across your table at the café. Ran didn’t react to anything despite the gradual furrow of your brow, but you just knew that he’d already grasped the situation and is just waiting to see how you’ll react. After all, if there’s one thing you weren’t known for, it was patience. 

The thread finally snaps when she walks right in front of you and drops a notebook before glancing behind her. Her eyes are fixated on Ran, a small smirk on her overlined lips, and then she bends over in front of him. Half her ass is showing in her denim shorts, and you could’ve sworn you saw pink lace peeking out from her right leg hole. What’s worse is that Ran actually looks at it for two seconds before he shrugs. 

You could feel an aching knot in your chest, a white-hot fury brewing within. A vicious scowl marring your face, you nearly shove Ran to the nearest wall and slam your lips on his. You feel him gasp through his nose, then his arms cage you in tightly by the small of your waist. Normally, how he held you and returned the kiss would’ve eased your mind, but a feral part of your mind wanted to burn this scene into that bitch’s mind. 

Raising your hand to his chin, you force his mouth open and suck his tongue as if you’re trying to siphon his soul. His stuttered breath makes you open your eyes slightly, only to see the girl stomping off in a fit. You pull away, wiping the drool off the corner of your lips, and look up at Ran. 

He’s still slumped against the wall, head leaned back with a dopey smile on his spit-shined lips. His ears practically glow red, and his hand is posed peculiarly at the front of his pants. He looks absolutely whipped, and you find it hard to ever question the effect you have on him since. 

Mission Accomplished. 

[red-letter-imagines]

Requests are Open!!!

[haruchyio]

dreaming of their s/o cheating even though they're not in a relationship hcs

— characters. sano manjiro, ryuguji ken, baji keisuke x reader (separate)

— themes. fluff, crack

⸙ — sano manjiro.

this guy will be all pouty for the whole day, as well as purposely ignoring you when you're there

there are times when you'll catch him glaring your way and whenever you give him a small smile and a wave, he'll puff his cheeks and look away

naturally, you felt guilty and you began thinking of the possible reasons that may have caused his odd behaviour towards you

in the end, though, you couldn't think of one decent reason

in hopes to ease up the tension between the two of you and so you could properly apologize to him for... whatever mistake you might have done to offend him, you decided to approach him, facing the problem head on

"mikey, are you mad at me?"

the boy will huff like a child and glare at you, though it isn't as intense as when he's really really angry so this may be a sign that he's just having his normal mikey tantrum

"you!" he will point accusingly at you and you gulped the lump that was stuck in your throat. the members of toman that heard his shout stopped whatever they were doing to watch the scene unfold.

"why would you cheat on me in my dreams, huh? was i not enough for you?! why would you cheat on me with kenchin of all people!"

crickets

silence

"...what?"

you could hear baji laughing in the background, followed by a few more members. mikey didn't seem to notice this, however, and kept his lips pursed.

"kenchin is too tall for you! you'll have to get a stool when you kiss. don't you think that's too much of a hassle?! i'm better suited for you, you know—"

you heard draken's loud huh?! among the loud laughters from your little crowd, and mitsuya's comforting slap on his back. don't mind.

"but mikey..."

he turns to you, "don't go making excuses-"

"we're not dating though..."

baji explodes, clutching his stomach as he wheezed, knees buckling at the ground. several members of toman followed suit, laughing their asses off at the scene.

mikey's cheeks reddened as he registered what you had said, opting to shut up for once and look away. his pout deepened in embarassment, his eyes not meeting yours.

"you— wheeze you dumbass! that love confession is so uncool!" mikey throws his shoe at the laughing baji

⸙ — ryuguji ken.

unlike mikey, he's very blunt and direct. his anger is evident by the way his nose scrunched up and eyebrows furrowed as he marched your way.

your chat with mikey was cut short when you could see his tall figure from your peripheral vision, the heavy sounds of his footsteps reaching your ears.

mikey only sits beside you, curiously staring at his bestie. the random conversation you both had was now long forgotten

"oh? ken!" you give him a big smile, waving your hand

draken had to stop walking for a minute to collect himself. he gives himself a pep talk in his mind, channelling all his jealousy in his veins.

there is no time to go soft over your cute little smile! no, sir! he's angry! very angry!

"are you okay?"

okay, so maybe only very slightly angry.

draken stopped walking when he finally reached you. his eyes downcast, staring into your concerned ones, shining in the sun.

he breathes to collect himself once again.

"why did you cheat on me?"

mikey chokes on his dorayaki, eyes blown wide as he looks at you and draken. you're in a relationship?! he screeched, but he was completely ignored.

you blinked, sweat rolling down your forehead.

"pardon?"

draken takes a step forward, and you took a step back. his shadow loomed over you like a fucking building, and you were reduced to a cowering mess, confused at what's going on.

"i saw you cheat on me in my dream, and i remember chifuyu saying about how dreams can be considered predictions. why would you cheat on me, huh? did i do something wrong?"

you let out a confused noise. your back hitting a wall, draken cornered you with his arms propped up in each side of your head.

he stares at you, waiting for your answer.

"but ken... i don't know how to say this..." you stuttered, breaking eye contact and began fiddling with your fingers. "we're... not in a relationship...."

mikey then tells this story to the members who weren't present, and draken ignored you for a few days because the embarassment was eating him alive.

⸙ — baji keisuke.

very verbal but he's also very aggressive???

he sits beside you one day, arms crossed and his eyes boring holes at mitsuya's head who only glanced at him in confusion.

he will continuously tap his foot impatiently, waiting for you to ask him what he's deal. when you decided to just leave him be so he could let his head cool down from whatever's getting him riled up, he'll be the one to initiate a conversation with you.

very loudly, might i add

"WHAT DOES MITSUYA HAVE THAT I DON'T?!"

his outburst almost had you jumping from your seat, heart racing in fright. mitsuya, who heard his name, turned to look, and this time, he watched in amusement as baji continued to glare at him.

not knowing why he's being the way he is and thinking he wasn't seriously asking you that, you jokingly told him everything, followed by a chuckle.

fucking clueless. clueless, that's what you were.

your answer only fuelled his anger ten times and you could practically feel the fire that enveloped his figure.

"IS THAT WHY YOU CHEAT ON ME? DID YOU DO SOME VOODOO SHIT TO SHOW ME JUST HOW MUCH YOU PREFER THAT SHITHEAD OVER ME? ARE YOU A FUCKING WITCH—"

"baji what"

"...voodoo shit...?"

you cleared your throat, heat rushing up your neck. you placed a hand on his in an attempt to calm him down. which is quite effective since he finally stopped glaring at his friend to look at you with hurt swimming in his eyes.

"kei, what's wrong?" you asked, and he scoffed. his eyebrows twitched just thinking about it.

"i dreamt about you cheating on me, with mitsuya of all people! you— huh? why are you laughing? you think this is funny?!"

bringing your hands up to caress his cheeks, baji leans in and melts under your touch. you chuckled, giving him a light-hearted smile.

"but kei, we're not in a relationship. remember?"

oh fuck

expect dozens of news about burnt cars for the following days because he simply cannot fanthom how stupid he was.

[ardently-austen]

It's almost 2am and I have school tomorrow but I just can't stop thinking about him..... I don't think so I've ever felt for any fictional character like this... Oh boy...

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[introvert--weeb]

Hi! Can I request a match up from Tokyo Revengers please. I am 15 years old, female, and 5’11” nearly 6 feet. I am bisexual with no preferences. I am a Libra and an ISTJ. I really enjoy reading, books and fan fiction alike in my free time, or even when I am supposed to be busy lol. I also enjoy swimming. I am an introvert with very few close friends. I am nervous talking to people in general. My aesthetic is oversized hoodies and long skirtsi. I wear my curly hair in a bun usually. Thank you!

We don't know that much about this character but I feel like you two would get on so well! ❤️

I will be matching you with...

Akane Inui ❤️

You had both met at the library where she was hanging out with her younger brother and his best friend. You were astounded by her beauty and kept glancing at her from the table you occupied. There was no way you could concentrate on your book anymore, not when your mind was flooded with thoughts about what she might be like.

Seishu had noticed you looking at his older sister and pointed it out to her. Akane glanced over to where you sat and couldn't believe it. Someone as cute as you was looking over at her? With pink cheeks, Akane made her way over to your table, much to the dismay of Kokonoi.

Your face and ears were bright red when you noticed that she took the seat opposite you. So much so where you tried to hide yourself behind the cover of your book. That is what gave Akane the idea to start a conversation about the piece of literature since she was planning on reading it herself. Or at least she was going to now she saw you reading it.

The conversation was more one-sided as you listened to her angelic voice, answering questions when they were brought forward. Eventually, it became more comfortable for you and the topics changed towards likes, dislikes and interests. At the end, you both exchanged numbers and had set up a date for that Saturday. Kokonoi glared at you as the three of them left the library.

A relationship with this cutie would be super cute and filled with constant love. She would definitely make a point of telling you she loved you at every opportunity as well as making sure your hands were constantly intertwined while together. However, she would leave the kisses and cuddles for when you were in the privacy of your rooms since she understood how it may make you uncomfortable. However, if you were OK with it, she would get you to bend down so she could kiss your cheek.

Library dates are a must in this relationship. She absolutely loves the library and tends to suggest visits all the time. It's a good thing you liked books. Although, you would find it adorable how she would lean against your arm and fall asleep a lot of the time. You didn't seem to mind that much when Seishu and Kokonoi joined, but the glares from the dark haired boy were a little unsettling.

Other dates would include going to the park to watch the ducks, cafe dates, or even movie nights at your house. Anything where you could relax together was a good date.

You can't tell me that this little ball of sunshine and rainbows won't try to get under your oversized hoodie just to get closer to you. Especially when the weather is quite chilly. She just likes feeling close to you and you were the perfect height for her to bury herself in your clothes. You would have to just deal with it sometimes because she is too cute to scold.

At the end of the day, I feel you would need someone who can bring sunshine to your life and maybe help you not be so nervous when it comes to interacting with others. She would treat you like you were the most precious thing in the world to her and you would feel loved and appreciated. Plus, if anyone were to say anything bad about you, I think Akane would kick their asses with no problem. After all, she is an Inui.

[draculasswife-deactivated202212]

Medusa with the head of Perseus (details) Luciano Garbati.

[txmriddlx]

Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.

[shizukais]

Tokyo Revengers Official Art, Ken Wakui.

[rosegoldcross18]

I just- I want Baji back 😭😭😭😭😭

[shizukais]

Tokyo Revengers Official Art, Ken Wakui.

[k1saki-deactivated20231121]

say yes.

why would ken wait for an answer when he could have it now?

# ken (draken) ryuuguji x fem!reader

# 1.5k wrds | 18+ minors dni

# cw | mentions of wounds, explicit smut, praise, everyone involved is 18. yes this is soft, sue me.

“it won’t always be like this” your boyfriend sighs, his thumb rubbing soothingly at your side as you work to bandage the fresh wounds that marr his body from tonight’s fight.

“and when it’s not, what good will i be to you then?” you laugh, still dragging out the joke that ken uses you as his personal nurse, since most of the time he shows up to your doorstep, he’s usually covered in blood.

“you’ll be my wife by then.” he says casually, as if talking about the weather. you know it’s what you want, but the suddenness of it takes you off guard and there’s no way in hell you’d be able to stop the grin from plastering itself on your face even if you wanted to.

“which means you’ll have to propose some day.” is the only thing you can think back to say.

your mind too busy buzzing at the thought of seeing him waiting for you at the altar, watching him play with the children you have and would raise together, the way his old friends would become uncles to your kids and all of you never having to worry about anything else in the world.

“marry me?” pulls you out of your day dream.

“not now!” you scold, moving from between his legs to put away the first aid kit.

“what about now?”

you scoff, turning back to him only to be met with that shitty smirk you’ve grown to have conflicted feelings towards.

“no, ken.” god if he’s like this, what will it be like dealing with miniature versions of him?

“what about..” just as he starts to stand, his stance giving away that he is in fact about to go to tackle you, so you run. you sprint for your bedroom door but are unable to shut it in time, even if you did, he’d still be able to force it open. “c’mon! i can’t ask from a crack in a door!”

“i won’t accept it even if you’re fully in!” you shout back, knowing this is all a futile effort. slowly, he’s forcing the door open and continuing on with his pestering question.

“so- fuck- how about now?” he asks again, one foot in the door, seconds away from squeezing in fully. your heart races as you start to run out of options.

“no!” scrambling to the opposite side of the room, you’ve cornered yourself between him, the bed, and your window.

“tsk tsk tsk,” he shakes his head disapprovingly despite the obvious grin on his face. “out of places to run, pretty. looks like you have to marry me.”

“not answering like this!”

you try to run for it, thinking maybe for whatever reason, he won’t catch you and you’ll be able to make it into the living room. but ultimately, you know it’s useless. this is ken you’re going against after all, play fight with his girlfriend or not, he doesn’t lose.

long arms wrap around your waist, using your own momentum against you to swim you down and pin you to the bed. both of you laugh in the struggle of the fall, still giggling even as he’s planted himself between your legs. it’s not until you feel his hold on your wrists tighten slightly that you force your eyes open to take in the sight of his face inches from yours, a sudden seriousness taking over his expression.

“ken?” it unintentionally comes out as a whisper, but the confusion only lasts for a moment.

his lips are on yours, hands leaving their place on your wrists and slowly dragging down your sides. your own quickly finding perch in his freshly washed hair, easily tangling your fingers into it. mouths mold together perfectly as he grinds down into you perfectly, each small rock of his hips catching against your clout and sends a searing feeling shooting down between your thighs.

separated only by his sweats and your underwear, it’s easy to feel the already hardened outline of him, and even easier for your arousal to seep through the materials and onto it. he hums when he feels it, lifting up to pull the shirt of his you were wearing over your head and dropping back down over you to nip at the now exposed skin of your chest as he starts to tug lightly at your panties.

“i can show you.” he breathe’s against your skin, dark eyes looking up at you as he presses his lips against every inch of your stomach, all the way down to the waistband of your underwear. “how good of a husband i’ll be.”

the warmth of his breath fans against you as he drags his lips from your knee, closer and closer to where you’re aching for them the most. he takes his time, kissing and sucking on the sensitive parts of your thighs.

“i’ll take care of you.” he says before pressing another kiss at the inner most part of one thigh.

“provide for you.” another one, this time the opposite leg.

“protect you.” this time his lips meet your cunt. his warm tongue slides past his lips and before you can see it, you feel it against your bare clit. not bothering to wonder how fast he’d moved the material out of his way as you let out a breathless moan of his name.

he wastes no time pressing a slender finger past your entrance and curling it into that spot that has you reaching for his hair once again. tugging at it as he locks this lips around your bud, tongue tracing out the letters of his own name as he adds another finger to fuck into you with.

it’s easy, getting you to become a mess like this. the curl of his long fingers and the way he laps at your clit the way no one else can has that warmth in your stomach turn into a burning coil ready to snap any second and all you can do is lay there and babble out nonsense that neither of you can really make out.

your thighs shake next to his head as your high approaches, yet he doesn’t change anything. keeping the same pace of his fingers, he watches from where he lays as your eyes roll back, watching your mouth drop open and relishing in the sound of his name spilling out in whines off your lips.

he doesn’t stop until you start to push at his head, the stimulation becoming too much. still, that’s not the end of it. he lays himself over you, ducking down so that his lips can catch yours, letting you taste yourself off of his tongue. the kiss is sloppy, his tongue slipping past your lips and dominating your mouth as the hand not holding him up lines up the head of his cock with your sensitive entrance, drawing a gasp from both of you as he pushes the head in.

your mind clouds from the immediate pleasure as he starts to sink deeper, the girth of him stretching you perfectly as his lips and teeth nip and all your necks most sensitive spots. you can do nothing but claw at his back, letting your mouth hang open as involuntary noises escape you.

just as you feel the weight of his balls pressing against your ass, he moves his mouth up to your ear whispering out an ‘i love you,’ before drawing his hips back and pressing into you again.

his words don’t stop, the ‘i’ll always take care of you,’ ‘always keep you safe,’ ‘always love you’ fall past his lips so easily, like it's the truest thing in the world. they make you pull him closer, make the grip of your cunt tighter when he strings along praises of ‘my pretty baby,’ ‘perfect fuckin’ girl,’ with it.

he takes his time. his chest against yours, lips ghosting against your own as he rocks into you at a steady pace. making sure with each push forward that you feel every inch of him. that he presses against that spot that has you choking out broken pleads for more, for him to go faster. and what is the point of this if it’s not to prove how good he wants to be to you?

grabbing your legs, he throws them over his shoulders, a heavy thumb coming down on your clit as his pace increases and he’s fucking into you with all of his weight. the slick sound of his skin against yours is the only thing to be heard of your moans that quickly turn into screams as another orgasm starts to white your vision.

you feel empty when he pulls out, but the warmth that spills on your stomach is enough to keep you from whining about it- knowing how that’ll end.

“so,” his hands massage into your hips as he kisses along the curve of your throat, up to your ear. “one day, will you marry me?”

“of course, ken.” you sigh out, fingers tangling into his hair. “i’d love to marry you.”

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req- (drabble or hc, your prefrence) sakusa letting you rub your pussy all on his mouth n nose after a long day so you could get yourself off. he’s usually opposed to stuff like this but he didn’t know how much your smell and taste would turn him on.

wc: 849 warnings: smut, face-sitting / fem. receiving oral, panty sniffing

— Sakusa never realised how much he could love eating pussy until you came along 

— It starts when he’s doing laundry one day and he sees your cute panties from last night in the hamper

— Something deep within him compels him to grab it and press it against his face so he can take a deep inhale, letting your scent fill his lungs 

— The action is so uncharacteristic of him, but knowing that they’re your panties and it’s your smell has him unable to put them back down

— His cock gets obscenely hard so quickly, already straining against his boxers and becoming a bit uncomfortable 

— Shame burns his cheeks but he can’t stop his tongue from darting out to taste your essence, letting out a shuddery moan muffled against the fabric when he gets a taste of you 

— All he knows is that he needs more 

— Which leads him to cornering you the second you get home, caging you in between his arms and pinning you to the front door 

— “Sit on my face” 

— You’re taken aback because you never thought Sakusa would be so forward? But you’ve had a long day and an orgasm is exactly what you need to relieve the tension in your body

Sakusa groans into your sloppy pussy as you grind down on his tongue, the lower half of his face covered in your juices that have completely soaked into the pillow. The vibrations and rumbles of his sounds tickle your clit, sending jolts of pleasure straight up your spine while your hole clenches around his tongue. It’s an absolute mess, from your slick that coats his fingers to the sticky fabric to the beads of precum that leak from the slit at the tip of his cock. Surprisingly enough, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

At first he let you take your time, patiently kissing the sensitive skin on the inside of your thighs and bathing your clit in kitten licks as you gingerly lowered your pretty pussy on top of his hungry mouth. Spending time lapping up your essence and relishing in your intoxicating scent, drinking in your breathy whimpers and feeling the sting of your fingers tugging at his dark curls.

“Tastes so fucking good,” he shakily moans. “So sweet, little one. I can never get enough of this perfect, little pussy.”

If he could stay like this forever, with his face buried between your legs and your slick coating his cheeks and chin, he would. It’s not something he’d ever expect to enjoy this much, but your reactions are so entrancing that Sakusa isn’t sure he could ever bring himself to stop. His cock has been achingly hard since the moment you rested your weight on him and the warm smell of your pussy invaded his senses. Nothing has so much as touched the twitching erection between his legs besides the heavy air in the room, and he’s already worried he might cum from just eating you alone.

“That’s it… use me until you’re satisfied. You’re so wet, fuck,” he hisses. Everything he says is further punctuated by the lewd noises coming from below, from the smacking sounds of his lips wrapping around your clit and the squelching of your dripping hole being fucked by his tongue.

“Cum all over me like a good girl. Need to feel it run down my chin, angel.” ‘Please’ is on the tip of his tongue but is left unsaid—the carnal desire shining in his eyes as he looks up at you tells you all that you need to know. Sakusa’s words come out muffled from the pressure of you rocking yourself against his mouth, and the tiny tremors that come from them rush straight to the pooling arousal in your stomach.

Large hands palm your ass, his fingers kneading the fat and digging  in so hard that it has you squealing. The grip he has on you allows him to guide you along his face, pushing you back and forth so that he can drag his tongue up your folds and to the sensitive nub, suckling gently. Pure pleasure racing along your skin has you keening and your thighs trembling around his ears. Every buck of your hips knocks your clit against his nose, and at this point you’re so drenched that you can easily glide on his flattened tongue as you’re bounding towards release.

“K-kiyoomi,” you cry, the coil in your stomach about to snap, “right there, oh my god right there, please don’t stop!”

It’s almost aggressive, the way you’re riding his mouth, but he only responds by wrapping his arms around your thighs and pressing you down harder, alternating between spearing his tongue into your pussy and swirling it around your puffy clit until he feels your entire body freeze.

Your orgasm is overwhelming, wave after wave crashing down on you while Sakusa prolongs your orgasm, sucking on your clit and grazing it ever so slightly with his teeth. It’s to the point where you have to lean back and place your palms flat against Sakusa’s chest, bracing yourself, so that you don’t fall over.

Just as you think it’s over, tiny aftershocks running through your system and your toes still curling, Sakusa growls from beneath you, “Grab the headboard. We’re not done yet.”

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