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MIKEY
<You are walking in thin ice, he's going to kill you> Is what everyone is saying but you don't hear them, cooking carefully, measurements as the expert told you before, when you have everything very cutely put in a silver tray you walk to his office, Bonten members scuffing and praying for your well-being.
"Manjiro time to eat" you say looking at your boyfriend with the best puppy eyes you have, you are a little insecure yet his eyes get brighter seeing you, you go to his little lounge area putting carefully on the coffee table the food.
"What's this about, Sugar? " He walks with his hand in his pockets "Easy I went to see your results of your physical the other day and I demanded a meeting with your doctor so we can check on what I can help you" crossing your arms as you show him his food, with vegetables, rice, meat, a soup. He looks at you as he remembers something, he kisses your nose "So tell me, dear nurse what I need?" He sits on the floor and signal so you can sit in front of him.
"We need to eat better, you need to gain weight Mikey, you are underweight, and before bed we are going to take a calming tea of different plants so you can sleep better, start a treatment..." He's not listening, something in his heart tugs remembering his love ones "Manjiro? Are you hearing me? We are not going to cut the sugar! Why are you crying? "
He kisses you "Let's eat" changing topics almost spitting his soup when you tell him how everyone was making bets because they thought he would get mad about the change of habits "They don't know me Sugar" he kiss your hand winking.
KAZUTORA
"I hate you" his eyes bulging at your comment "Babe I'm just drinking a beer" you look at him explaining your point "and here I am not being able to drink alcohol because I'm pregnant" he rolls his eyes making you gasp in fake anger, he kisses your forehead looking at the meal plan and your latest craving.
"Here princess" a plate of tomatoes with cheese and surprisingly a little of maple syrup, he wants to gag yet you look radiant and happy "Thank you 'Tora" kissing him, you taste the tomatoes "Ugh disgusting! maybe I want corn flavor ice cream with star-shaped cucumber slices and strawberries" you say, he groans "Ok I'm going to buy it" he drinks the whole beer in one go.
"We are going with you," you say, grabbing your belly " 'Tora can you please put my sneakers on?" he's at your feet helping you "Babe you need rest" you kiss his cheek "Doctor says I need to walk more so the baby can accommodate better" taking your hand, he wants to do a man squeal when he notices your little waddle.
He's so whipped for you and can wait to meet his daughter, he would make his mother recipe of the miso soup, he has a family now so you can be assured he will put all his effort to make this work.
RAN
"This is a bad idea," he says eating celery with you as an afternoon snack, Renge hits him in the face with the newest lego "Tell me about it" you bite the carrot smiling artificially big when Renge imitates you, "Can I light up a cigarette later?" You throw him another lego that he dodge until his son throw him the carrot.
"Fine, we are out here being the new healthy family," pretending the celery is a cigarette "Yes Dada, we need to be a good example because we don't want our baby to be a passive smoker, so let's try our best!"
Ren claps excited as his dad chuckles at his cute eyes "Sometimes he looks so much like Rindou, you know my brother needs to start this new lifestyle with us," he says making a video call. When said brother answer "No, out of the table, I would not be another victim of your psycho..." He got quiet when you say hi "It was a joke," he says quickly "Don't worry, you're not invited to pancake Sundays anymore" he groans "I love Sundays please I would eat grass if necessary" both brothers laughing at the bad joke.
"Ugh, I cannot stand both of you right now, I'll take this baby to have a nap, ba-bye Rin" you say moving the little arm of Renge who's sleepy when you're out of the reach they talk business.
"So same as always?" Says the blond as his brothers hide in the balcony "Yes! Bring the okonomiyaki and fried chicken to the office" Ran speaks so quietly until he hears the lock of the window ¡Fuck!.
BAJI
You look so sad eating the salmon with chickpeas, half of the normal ration of rice, as you blow the miso soup so it gets cold, gazing nervously at him.
"Fuck this shit, let's eat something better, my treat," he says, pulling away from his same plate, "I can't, I need to eat healthily, my mom got so scared after my tests," you say showing him the report of your height, weight, doctors note to change habits and food because your levels of cholesterol, triglycerides were all over the place. Your parents took you to a nutrition expert, so they could make a meal plan, your sweet boyfriend decided to help you too.
"But you look so sad, I don't like seeing you like this," he looks down, bringing one of his cats to do a little dance for you so smiling was inevitable.
"I'm not sad is just I know you must not like eating this, I can make you an instant ramen" cutting the salmon "No, what are you talking about?" He takes the rice, eating it a big gasp "Hmmm what do you put on this? Water? Omg! I never taste anything like this!" Laughing with him, he gives you a peck in your nose scrunching "Keiii you'll leave rice on my nose ugh" he brings again his cat
"My lady," he says in a deeper voice as he takes your hand so the cat could dance with you. Dummy Kei but what would you do without him.
miss sat, can I ask headcanons for ran and izana after sex?I have a hunger for fluff and handsome bad boys.
AFTER SEX⛥
RAN + IZANA
Warning⚠: Suggestive
A/N: Yes of course my dear sweetheart thanks for your request🖤have a great day
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Starfish position catching his breath but smiling, he's tired, but if someone looks at you, it's easy to see you're out
IZANA
You're a lucky bitch, he smooches your cheeks and laughs when you can't open your eyes.
"Help me, change the sheets" you want to whine, your legs are useless, taking pity he carries you to the bathtub as he changes the sheets.
When he comes back, he wants to take a quick shower, yet you look inviting, so you guys bathe together, comfortable silence and warm water, he starts talking about his plans for the future and how you will be queen.
You dried his hair carefully, choosing his clothes for the night because you stay safe in the house, he takes his leave to keep making his dreams come true.
He kisses you goodnight leaving you to sleep oblivious to the pandemonium he causes.
RAN
He smokes in the balcony, shining in the afterglow that a good fuck provides.
Seeing how you whimper at the feel of your sore body.
Almost languid he comes to your cigar in mouth, cleaning you with a warm towel
"Make sure to tell the maid to clean the bed"
He goes to the drink bar, bringing a glass of water for you, appreciation in your gaze because your throat is coarse.
In the closet, he throws you a shirt to wear and clean underwear
"You're the best Ran" you say as he only laughs "I know, sweetheart you did scream it a lot twenty minutes ago, c'mon hurry up let's go for fast food"
Even when you guys have a chef, you are eating greasy burgers at the parking lot.
Warning⚠Fingering + squirting + tongue piercing, mention of nipple piercing, swearing, hair pulling (if I miss something please tell me)
Comment: This was born from an idea with a moot, so I bring her Piercer!Wakasa hope you enjoy it 🖤 Have a good day everybody (not proofread)
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That conniving little bitch! You're cursing her in your mind as you fill all the paperwork. Thanks to a bad breakup + vodka you're now preparing to pierce your nipples; trying to understand why your drunk self thought this was a good idea with the squad of friends, now almost everyone in your circle have their nipples pierced and waiting for you to keep your promise.
Oh! Right! The breakup with the man that you shared two years tugging on your back, leaving a bad aftertaste of wasted time with a dumb who can't even make you come without your help. He dared to cheat on you, fuming you fulfill the papers, giving them to the receptionist.
—In a moment Imaushi will come— her tone is sweet, you nod, saying thanks looking at your phone, your friend is apologizing for not being able to come due to work, your palms get sweaty thanks to waiting for them to call your name.
She swore the piercer is a girl, so when a man comes to you for the appointment, you are swearing revenge and a bath of blood for that pig of a friend you have.
That little bitch! He stared at you, waiting to follow him, eyes slanted sleepy attitude, a sinful grin as he chews a toothpick
—Sorry, I'm just very nervous — taking your purse, trying to calm yourself adjusting your pencil skirt sweating again for coming here after work.
—Don't worry about it! I will make you feel comfortable babe— well if weren't that nervous...hearing his raspy voice does the trick, adding the pet name is the final straw, you need to get laid if the piercer in the first sentence makes you uncomfortable.
Entering his little studio everything is spotless, art sketches adorning the walls and Alex Turner vocals playing in the background
—So, are you a virgin? — He comments as he prepares everything, that's enough for you to jump.
—WHaT— surprise face and burning cheeks
—Oh! That sounded weird, I mean, if this your first time getting pierced? —he doesn't seem bothered by your nervous attitude
—Well, I have my ears pierced but I was so little I don't remember anything— this time you play with the stockings, you can see a little hole in the knees
—I really don't want to sound rude, but you don't look like a typical person who wants to have her nipples pierced— he motion to take off your button blouse, trembling fingers staring to do it without question it.
—I know, I was wasted, I made a bet with my friends and if a don't do it, I have to pay their bubble tea ration for a year and god knows I don't have enough money for that— black bra with little white lace, he's taking instruments getting close to you.
—You're not even close to the craziest story I have. So take it easy and remember...thirty minutes ago I was putting acrylic pearls in a penis so believe me, you're an oasis for my eyes- he grins as you laugh, he's trying his best to make you feel comfortable but your heated cheeks and wet panties beg to differ.
—Look your friend told us to choose the jewelry, I selected one, but let's see what you think... first barbell or a ring? —You consider the options
—Can you help me? —seeing him through your lashes
He clears his throat
—You look like an office worker so I think barbells are better to hide, I was thinking. If you want I can manage to make a clip-on, you take a picture and don't get pierced— he suggests making a signal to take off your bra
—Of course not, I won't chicken out, thank you, my friends are wild, most likely they're going to pull off my shirt to see, so let's go for the barbell—when you see him, he brings the sharpie to mark the spot.
—So vertical or horizontal? — he asks again touching your breast with his black gloves
—I...I think horizontal looks better— you smile when you feel the tip of the marker
—What a good girl —you tremble in his hand's, nipples getting perkier, his eyes look like pools of black water, but he clears again his throat
—Ok this it— he cleans the area, taking your nipple again, you moan at the pressure, he stops, putting the needle away
—I'm so sorry! I, well, you see, mmm, sorry it's just my boyfriend left me and I'm a horny mess— he shut up your chatter kissing you deeply, gasping when you feel the piercing in his mouth, he groans when you put your hands in his hair.
—You come here in this tight little skirt showing your curves. I can see your garter belt peeking, Shit, you're too damn hot— he sucks your neck, leaving a hickey, touching your legs, trying desperately to see your panties, skirt being throw somewhere in the room —You're making me feel like a teenager, almost pull out of my fantasies with stockings and white lace— he grunts when he sees your thighs being hugged by the material.
—I want more— you respond, trying to catch his lips for another make-out session, both of you are panting against the mouth of the other
—Your boyfriend is a fucking idiot letting you go. I should thank him for bringing you to me— he moves your body to him, he's kneeling on the floor as you on the chair, he kisses his way up, black panties with lace trimming welcome him, he sucks you over the underwear you whine.
—So responsive—he sucks your clit, instantly your hands in his man bun —you can pull it— he winks panties accompany the skirt, licking your thighs. He dives into you, groaning at the taste focusing on your clit you're trying to be not so vocal, your whines escape when he pinches it, you scream.
—Don't worry, is soundproof, who would've thought you're a screamer? you keep getting better and better—he takes your panties going straight to lick it, whining, you pull his hair the only sounds are your moans, with the cold of the metal piercing he's making you see stars, you beg for more, he chuckles kissing you.
—I know babe. I'm going to take care of you— he wet his fingers with your juices, introducing one finger more into you, he sucks your nipples as your body receives another finger, gasping and pulling his hair again.
Three fingers in, moving your hips to his rhythm as the moans fall from your lips.
—Give it to me, I know you can do it, babe—you don't understand, but he changes the direction of his fingers he's hitting a spot, screaming you take your legs opening them —There, there, please— he nods, adding more force and his tongue in your clit, your eyes are getting cross .
You have never felt this good, white shock of light in your vision, and a funny feeling like you want to piss, evolves you
—Wait, wait, I think I'm ...— a scream wins as you feel liquid splashing out of you, he puts your legs in your shoulder and keeps hitting, as you whine he change to slap softly your clit making you ooze more cum
—What a sight!— he licks his finger, you try to catch your great wetting mess in your thighs, he wants to dive again, slurping away the liquid —Fuck you're divine— his piercing feels so good. You can't even comprehend how you feel horny when you have come two seconds ago
—Thank God you're my last appointment!— he cleans his mouth, taking off his black latex gloves —Let's go, I want to take you from behind— he throws your panties in your face
—I will come more? — Flabbergasted you put on your panties, he nods as he takes your hand to bring you to his apartment.
Well, you're going to put 5 stars to their service when you get your piercings. In the meantime, your friends are going to be green with envy.
A/N: Over 3.8k love letter to the incredible character that Draken is, childhood acquaintances to lovers with a sprinkle of angst and sweet pining.
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"It would be a miracle being able to forget you."
You thought you know love with the warmth of your mother. At six love changes to the form of water and a fist.
To be precise Ken Ryuguji's fist.
An older boy was being a bully to you in recess, stepping on your crayons, paper, and your lunch box. The boy was trying to throw water at your hair until Ken rescues you without a problem, hitting him so hard that the liquid splashed everywhere. He make sure of telling the boy how much of a dumbass was if he dared to hit someone for being bored. When you thanked Ken for defending you, he laughed it off and scratched his nape.
"Your welcome, I did it because I’m the strongest" Watching the tall, blond boy with the cute, dapper hairstyle, you thought that for you he was the strongest person in the world, like a titan against those who wronged you. You show to your Mamma a pretty drawing where a tall stick figure is defending you against a monster.
"What do you expect? Have you smelled him? He reeks like a love hotel...the brothel smell" they laugh, your mind doesn't comprehend.
From his blond hair and big smile, to his nice height and good manners, Ken Ryuguji was a boy who always appeared to have the answers when it came to numbers. You never had a bad thought about him. In fact, when you forgot your bento in class, you could hear the teachers gossiping about him in a negative light.
"He's not going to get very far," one of the teachers comments, leaving a stain on her chicken thanks to the gloss she is wearing.
What is so funny? Draken lives in a place where love is? That must be beautiful!? And his smell? What about it? Dada smells the same.
The next memory you have of Ken is at fifth grade, every day he's scolded by the teachers for the tattoo in his head matching with the new bruises he sports every day. He talks about someone named Mikey, something in your stomach does a somersault when you lock gazes, the teacher is asking for an explanation but the kid laughs in his face.
When you have nine and your Father leaves your mom for another woman that smells like that, you understand what a brothel is.
Ken Ryuguji keeps being the best boy you know, the only one who's always polite to you and smiles big when he gets an answer right, so why you would treat him differently no matter how he's raised?
No one knows but his eyes and tattoo are the first "serious" sketch you draw in your life.
What does Mikey have? That seems to impress almost every man on a ratio of 5 meters. As a modern Pied Piper of Hamlin, taking away freedom in exchange for being part of his stupid bike gang. You feel a presence behind you when you're struggling to do your math exercises.
Two words… Ken Ryuguji… Ken fucking Ryuguji… AKA Draken, you wrote his name in the notebook, with all the force in the world, you could muster using your eraser to delete the proof of your thoughts of him, applying so much strength that the paper was cut in the middle.
What is the reason? Why do you do that? You have a crush on the delinquent of the class who only has eyes for the midget called Mikey since you have six...pathetic.
The voice of your current predicament speaks to you "Sorry to bother, but you've made a mistake there." He says it so kindly that you almost feel like you can tell him how you feel, but when you look at him, your grip on the pencil tightens and you realize that you're still holding back.
Ken fucking Ryuguji, right? With his long dumb blond hair now styled in a braid. Stupid black eyes that look like two pots of your favorite black ink. The haori that he seems to have thousands of copies for everyday use. His little crooked teeth when he smiles that make him look more human in comparison to the dragon image that everyone seems to have about him.
"Where?" You ask, trying to sound open to criticism, but the venom dripping from your voice is still easily perceivable. He seems to take it in stride, only smiling even wider, seemingly unfazed by your bitterness.
"Thanks" erasing everything, so he cannot witness more of your flaws
"Just there, the symbol is not right," your classmate points to the mistake on the notebook, making it easy for you to see your error. Your pride is wounded, and you wonder why Ken is so gifted at math when you, despite having struggled through years of forced Kumon studies, have yet to show any significant improvement.
"Hey, it was just a symbol," he says as you continue to stare at him, "no need to erase everything." He quickly realizes that you're not in the mood for further comments and quickly leaves, disappearing just as fast as he had appeared.
In recess, your best friend is slurping her chocolate milk
"You like him! is so foolish how you act as if you hated him" observing how you try to forget your mistake, calming the beating of your heart
"I don't act as I hate him, what are you talking about?" Trying to laugh away your awkwardness
"Babe everyone has a bet on when you are going to kill him with a pencil" You grimaced at the comment as you use the ice-cold bottle of yogurt on your face to feel refreshed, a part in your mind thinks that the chances of that happening are so low.
Hurt Ken? No...Maybe Mikey for being a big baby demanding attention, even if the rumors are right, he could kill you with only his pinkie.
Sighing "I'm a big fool for him" you smile with a trace of gloominess, she looks at the clouds like you have said the sky is blue
"I know, everyone who knows you as much as I could notice, yet this is not Pride and Prejudice you need to show him" you nod.
Exactly one week later, in the shade of a big tree, you confess your feelings. You were startled by a soft drizzle in autumn. He looks at the sky; you glimpse at how his hair has little beads of water, which shines in the cold sun. Your heart beats at the same time as the air exhales from his lungs, knowing how the story is going to end, having read enough books to know rejection.
"You deserve better" is his first sentence in the long statement, your mind is out of your body.
Better? Better than him? What? Who can compete with this man-boy hybrid? You half-listen until he says
"Is just a crush I can assure you when you're older you will not remember the boy with the shaved sides and the dragon tattoo" he tries to light the mood nevertheless the day was ruined, nodding you say thanks for the time he gifted you, not paying attention at how his hand seeks for yours, running away from him, the heavy rain begins, you count that moment as your first mistake.
You begin reading poetry made by other teenagers comparing themselves to sharp objects, they have been broken apart by love. On those shards of glass, you feel connected because loving Ken made you a loser. He left a big wound that even pouring paint on it feels raw like nothing could heal your shattered heart. In that time you encounter Emma Sano understanding everything in the soft way Ken looks at her.
Your mom sighs when you tell her that between sobs
"You are an artist, why you don't capture that feeling" with her advice, you create a worthy paint, almost dissecting your heart to the world, that was the piece that scores you a place in the art program in high school, the piece decorates for two days the hallways of the middle school, so your classmates can appreciate it.
You catch the subject of your heartbreak seeing it, his friend as always alongside him, he gasps in a show of emotion so not him, almost instantly his facial expression changes to a serene mask
"Let's go, Mikey, we are running late" he walks in big strides, said boy looks at the painting
"Kenchin" he says in the softest voice you ever heard in the short one, yet he runs, jumping begging for a piggy ride.
Even at graduation, you don't say goodbye to Ken Ryuguji. You count that as your second mistake.
Talking with your best friend, she tried to get together once in a while between laughs. You remember Ken for the first time in a long time. They say the rain brings memories. In a show of emotion, You ask Hiromi about him. Water is related to Ken in your mind. Even after all those years, the kisses you gift and the hands of other lovers, the ghost touch of the blond boy is the most distinct memory of love for you.
"Uh? Draken? I haven't heard from him in a long time. I don't know...he's not in my high school" You furrow your brows, how can she not know about him,
"Don't tell me you like him even now?" She laughs but gets quiet when sees your effort to laugh it out, asking around the party until someone says something about him.
"That guy is so cool because he has a repair shop now" says one of the boys of your old class, smoking a cigarette "He even left gang life" looking at his jacket.
"You keep being a delinquent?" He chuckled and nodded
"Yes! I follow the Invincible Mikey in his new gang" you frown, Mikey has a new gang? Adding to that, why in that equation there's no Ken? Clearly a mystery, but you get distracted by life, getting ready to enter college so you could earn a spot in the art program. No one comments on how your paintings got water dragons as central themes.
Hiromi screams, making the people of the restaurant jump at the sudden sound
"She's the next Picasso, Da Vinci, Kahlo, Congratulations on being an Art Major!" she cries as you search for a napkin trying to not let her snot fall on her ramen
The same height, hairstyle, this time without his faithful rhombus' sweater he's chatting with a blond one, two twins who seem to devour their food too, Ken Ryuguji who seems to get caught in the earlier rain, he probably felt your stare because your eyes lock, the world rotates more slowly, a spark of recognition makes his face glow, a big smile breaks, the world spins out of the axis, somewhere on the planet something clicks, the oldest soulmates meets again.
"T-Thanks, Thanks, stop crying, oh my God! you're more excited than I"Laughing with her boyfriend who’s trying to clean her up until you see him.
WHAT THE FUCK? Echoing in your mind so hard that you're considering taking the pills in your bag to drown the ache. Sadly the exchange ends there because he stops midairs his wave to you, a sense of a pit of fire in your stomach, he nods his head to you, Hiromi turns around waving too, yet the two worlds don't rotate to each other, your phone rings a perfect excuse to go outside to take the air.
“Hey! I know is not the time to do this but I think we should break up” of course, your life again tumbles apart, and ok is the only thing you can say to your now ex-boyfriend.
Hiromi is waiting with her coat on, what magnificent friend you have, rolling your shoulders you sit slurping your noodles, tears falling free yet your friend doesn't comment, when the waiter comes you ask for another bowl “For university, at least I will study what I love, I don’t care for men” Hiromi nods with you saying cheers even when you guys are drinking plain water. You don’t notice when Ken goes but the time to pay comes, the waiter says a gentleman with a dragon tattoo pays for your meal, the food in your belly roared like lava.
The next summer drowning in self-deprecating thoughts is when you have another encounter with Ken Ryuguji, you are crying (Nothing new there) he's drinking iced green tea spotting you sitting like a sad ragged doll in the park bench, hiding behind an enormous sketchbook ripping paper with a furrowed brow
Some things don't change no matter how many years have passed, he remembers the little girl with pigtails he helped and nos the beautiful person you have bloomed into, he walks not paying attention to the sweat building in his palms or how his breathing is getting faster, the blood circulating to his cheeks he thinks in bikes or something familiar, to not fall against the concrete and do something embarrassing.
You look up, his breath gets caught, he feels like something licks his stomach, a burst of heat, something so warm... familiar, homey; discreetly he cleans his hands on his back and tries to smile non-aggressive. Your eyes open surprised until you remember the sad state you're in because quickly you're cleaning the tears, snot, the deep black charcoal stains.
"Are you alright?" Your name rolls so beautifully on his lips, the sun renders you like an ice pop melting at the trash can, he waits patiently until your brain is connected with your mouth.
"Yes, thank you" the response is so automatic that he doesn't buy that, he asks silently if he can sit with you before you take your thing in your bag he put them in his lap
"Let's try again. How are you?" with only those words forgetting that you haven't seen Ken for years and never been that close to being considered friends you bawl.
"Emma gifted them to me" oh! That was unexpected a mask fell into your face you are sure they might be engaged or married until he says
There's always something so comforting surrounding Ken, between hiccups you tell him how art school is making you feel the worst, how every day they critique your work and nitpick all the details, the snot falls to your shirt until he offers you his handkerchief with a neat K.R. embroidered.
"This looks expensive" You want to clean yourself with the tissue you found in your tote bag.
"She’s dead" you don't know if you pass out because of the surprise, the stress, or the empathy for Ken.
When you wake up, you are resting on a futon in the office. Ken is repairing something in the garage, speaking in a hushed voice with another man, He finally sees you. He dismissed his friend who waved saying bye.
"Hey" well that’s awkward; You are offered a seat next to him until he finishes. You have no idea what to say, he opens his lips and begins to tell you about what went wrong years ago. He doesn't cry, but he takes minutes to keep telling you about the deaths, the goodbyes, having to bury a friend and her first crush you listen not once thinking in your feelings just your heart beating in synchrony with Ken’s.
When he finished his tale. He searches for fright in your eyes.
"You were only a child" you say. He laughed and denied you a statement; trying to bring himself down "No, you were a child, no matter how tall or responsible for your age you were, you were a child, you did what you could with what you had at that moment, so please remember no matter what you didn’t deserve to carry all that weight at fifteen" he cries quietly with your hand in his back making circles.
Both of you don’t talk about it again, he doesn't question about your new habit to visit the place with all your materials, quietly drawing as he works, you don’t ask him his motives when he goes to your campus inviting you if you want to go to a ramen tasting escapade with his friends. The dynamic of childhood acquaintances to friends is smooth, even when you guys hide the skeletons of feelings somewhere.
The days blend together in a dynamic that both of you are too afraid to name, walking on eggshells in name of past loves, pining, regrets and what ifs.
The first time you invite him to an exposition of your college where one of your paintings would be exhibited... he's a mess. Mitsuya reassure him telling him his outfit is perfect not too fancy not too casual, perfect for a date, he's quick to deny it but Mitsuya is too smart and knows him so much to understand and pick up the blush of his face he tries to hide.
When he enters the gallery he feels so out of place, this is not a territory for someone like him, you say hi complete ecstatic to see him there until he gives you a single pink peony, your smile blinds him, raking his arm to introduce him to your classmates.
He's trying to give a good impression, to hide how his nails have bits of grease he couldn't clean no matter how many times he washes with a brush his hands, a classmate makes a wow sound.
"Your tattoo is so cool bro!" Ken finally relaxes when everyone begins to greet him, remarking how everyone is so eccentric, original, even one of them came to present his work dressed in jeans overalls. Maybe he thinks just maybe he could have a place beside you.
Later that night, you laugh beside him without shoes, as your other drunken classmates giggle painting an old canvas with their feet making a mess.
"Ready to make art, Ken?" your eyes are sparkling, his chest feels like could blast at any minute, he hadn't felt so light since so fucking long, he dips his feet on the paint jumping with a bunch of drunk students at the sound of Karma Chameleon in an old boombox.
The pink stains of paint his feet leave on the canvas are so big, that your green ones are lost, at the end of the night he saves the phone of some of the classmates so they can go out to drink, he says thanks for inviting him sadly he couldn't tell you what are his feelings for you.
Mitsuya encourages him, he will have another chance, Nahoya and Souya says the same, Inui gives him another beer to cheer him up.
However, when you go to the repair shop with swollen eyes, carrying your canvas as if is something radioactive, he looks at you with curiosity analyzing the painting.
"Do you have something to burn this shit?" the painting is a big crystal ball that reflects people looking at it like it was some kind of salvation.
"Why?" he asks, cleaning his hands to sit beside you like every day
"I did everything wrong" he looks at the painting trying to find something bad yet he doesnt find anything bad, he feels touched at the hands reaching for the object "Maybe they are right my work is mediocre at best, if I drop out of school I can search for a job that helps me to live a small life..." he saw your face retorting to a kind of disgusted face as you scratch your hair, mediocre? mediocre? he hasn’t met anyone with such passion for their work except Mitsuya, so deciding whats best for you now he flicks your forehead
"Let’s go, you need a break" he walks outside rolling his bike "We are going for a ride...wait" — he throws you a helmet and a black hoodie that resembles his old haori "You are going to need it" offering his hand so you can balance, your tummy is full of caterpillars that transform into butterflies when he puts your hands around him, the speed doesnt help, your hair even constricted on the helmet feels the breeze, after a minute you rest your head against his back.
When you see that the beach is close and the air becomes much colder thanks to the sunset, he stops
"Let’s walk on the sand, it always helps" he looks at the pier with longing, taking off his boots, he walks in little strides waiting for you when you look behind the motorcycle is so far "I came here years ago and I always come back when I feel a little lost" he looks at the sky hoping for seeing more stars that today seems to shine a little.
You want to talk more, telling him about how this place is so fitting for him, how you always associate him to water, about the crush after all these years, you burp something else "Why you always tell me all this stuff, I appreciate your trust in me but you have better friends" you feel so stupid putting a hand over your mouth, he smiles sitting in the sand as always he pats the side so you can sit beside him.
"Emma’s death will be always something that I’ll carry around my shoulders, the pleasure to have my heart broken by a woman who was a burst of sunshine in a person" he focuses on the waves that are getting close to your feet, you squeal he laughs wiping his tears.
"I always think of you as one of my friends" you can’t decide what gets you so emotional, the fact he considers you a friend or how he thinks of you, your heartbeat gets erratic, wanting to burst, to confess how you are mooning for him again.
"You treated me so good since preschool, I felt so bad when I didn’t return your feelings that time" he gets quiet, you know hes thinking in Emma. The sounds of the waves lull you, he coughs you smile at him sadly.
"Thank you for bringing me here, it helps me" almost jumping trying to get warm by the movement, he rolls his eyes yet he moves his arms side by side to get warm.
"Maybe is time to get back before we freeze to death before I forget...you are doing your best maybe for those bigots is not enough and maybe a simple mechanic is not someone to criticize your work or know a damn about art I can say your works always find something to tug the heartstrings of everyone, the other day Angry cried to that old sketch you left in my desk" something in your heart pull you to hug him and something in his made him kiss your cheek.
"Fuck... I'm sorry" trying to shallow the bad feeling, he tousles your hair you shriek when one of his rings got stuck in a knot "This is getting worse, oh my god im so ashamed" keeping talking as he with all the patience in the world detangles his ring
"Hey! you want to date?" he said it so surely and confident even when his finger toes are curling on the sand thanks to his anxiety, he doesnt want to carry more regrets, he knows that whatever he has with you is worthed, that he wants more afternoons buying solvents, helping you with out of the box ideas for your presentations or how you labeled his tools so you can help him, eating Chinese food sitting in old buckets as Inui tells a story, giving you water when the twins are tasting new recipes or how he says no when you are persisting in telling him he should adopt one of the cats in Chifuyu’s shop
You are so silent, he wants to say is a lie, he can almost hear Emma’s voice telling him to not chicken out, when you place your gaze on his, he can appreciate the little tears trying to escape.
"Yes!"
fuck! he is happy
There’s something so eerie about this night. Ken looks at the buildings in front f the window, the sky is clear, hoping to see stars, even though he knows it is impossible in a city as bright. You are humming doing chores in the kitchen, his phone rings with Hinata’s name on it, asking if he knows something about Takemichi.
He doesn't know. He immediately texts Chifuyu. The man said he would check. The best man is supposed to have information about the groom, he texts smiling at his witty remark. Everyone in the group looks forward to the wedding.
There’s a loud crack in the air, he blinks...hum weird, something in him calls to hug you, He hid his face in your neck. Where is Takemitchy? He doesn’t know, is obvious that the dumb man would rather die than not go to his wedding.
You brush his hair that's getting long again yet the raven locks are so soft, smooching his face, he feels happy, very content with what he has made with his life, maybe he should start looking for a ring too,
Your third mistake was not paying attention to his friend because both of you have no idea that this future is being rewritten by a friend who cannot say goodbye to the other…
In 2008, Ken Ryuguji dies in a pool of blood. The last name he pronounced, is the name of the shape of love he knew, he's without his core friends, bullets marred his skin, the sky is totally black, the water pouring his body washing away the blood trying to clean his soul... giving him comfort.
Dying cold, wet, without seeing stars, last words forgotten as a lot of people reunite to fight. He never meets another form of love. He doesn't get redemption, just a sad stretcher in the back of the ambulance as a deathbed.
On the other side of the city, you are debating if you need to buy an Indian yellow oil paint for your new project, Hiromi asks you if you’re going to the party.
That's a good idea! Maybe there you can ask for Ken; Someone will have information about your crush; the blond boy with shaved sides and the dragon tattoo.
Hi! Could you request something about Ran, Rindou and Sanzu watching the reader masturbate while moaning his name? Please and thank you!
WATCHING YOU MASTURBATE⛥
RAN + RINDOU + SANZU
Genre: Smut
Warning⚠Obviously smut, self pleasure acts, swearing, etc.
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RAN
Sunday self-care day, you have a nice face mask, relaxing music in the bathroom speakers, the house all alone for you, thank God! for the meeting your boyfriend has.
Now to even making better your day, you have a date with the showerhead, dropping the satin robe, you feel the warm water of the tub and the smell of your orange bath bomb.
—This is la Dolce Vita—no Ran, no tantrums from your children thanks to the nanny and the close park, and no Rindou being a plague in your home.
Just peace, quiet, and the best of the world...orgasms. Being careful not making a mess you start massaging your thighs, the showerhead strictly in your clit, and the music is much louder.
Without caring you moan, putting more water pressure,
—Ran, yes, there, more —you are not capable of forming coherent sentences, taking your special dildo, and introducing it to your vagina, you almost scream in ecstasy.
—Ran I need more— you say lost in the feeling
—Well if that means more children, please refrain to tempt me, I have three monsters in the kitchen asking for their mom—your nice moment is ruined
— I fucking hate you— Dropping everything, putting on a towel, and again your beautiful satin robe.
—Try to say that when two seconds ago you were asking for me, also if I'm being honest you look like a mess—the nanny is trying to entertain your children, seeing the clear panic in her eyes was enough for your panic mode to activate.
—What happened? — you look like a green wet rat monster and the nanny tries to not look you in the eyes.
—Madame your husband came looking for us to the park, he said that he wanted to take his family for dinner—you didn't wait, throwing your flip-flops at him.
—I wanted to be a good husband—he laughs and your children start screaming happily as always enjoying seeing his daddy suffer.
—Why I decided to get married to you is a mystery. Please prepare everything to go out, my husband and I are going to get ready, he needs to compensate for his wrongdoings —the nanny is used to both of your antics so she takes the children.
Cont. of this AU
RINDOU
You know he is bad news when your brother forbids you to talk to him but he is so hot, you pretty much fantasize about him railing you every single day.
Brother never tells you what business he's making, leaving you in the dark, but you are so mesmerized thinking about how the hands of Rindou could feel in your ass.
Rindou is sleeping in the house, your brother threatened you saying he doesn't want you roaming over his room, so you listen to his laughs over the private party, it's well over midnight when you dare to start masturbating imagining Rindou.
—Fuck, it feels so good Rin, go harder— pussy so wet that the sounds are so lewd
Not even three fingers are feeling enough for you, you need more, going for your bunny plush you start to hump it.
You hear the click of the camera and the flash, he put a gloved hand over your mouth to stop the scream and waking your brother up.
—My my my! look at you, wetting that poor little bunny, c'mon don't stop! I want to see you bounce on it thinking about me—you blush but you keep humping it.
—What a pretty baby you are, and you follow the rules so well, you deserve a reward but let's have a date first, ¿ok?— he kisses your cheek making you cum.
SANZU
You are breaking so many rules, but you're so horny. You cannot wait so much for him and knowing your boyfriend will not come to sleep today so you take the chance. You are so needy, missing his touch so much but his priority will always be Mickey first so you start playing with yourself, your nipples hardening thinking of Sanzu, kissing and biting them, twisting them as you cream a little.
Hands getting close to your panties, moaning and feeling that even when he's not here with you he's making you wet.
Over the panties, you rub yourself saying his name, teasing, and pulling them to the side when you are almost touching your clit you hear him.
—What do we have here? I'm breaking my back to make a living so you have all the luxuries and look! — without hesitation, you drop to your knees watching the floor
—I'm sorry Haru! I didn't want to disappoint you— but he quickly shut you up
—Excuse me? Haru? You know when you are disobedient to the rules it's only Sir for you, now bend over for your punishment— this will be a long night.
Warning⚠️ Locker room sex, rough sex, impact play, biting (1 bite),hair pulling, degradation, swearing as always, all consensual and safe🖤
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—Izana you have to admit this is pathetic—munching chips, sipping your root beer
—Shut up you don't understand—he says throwing you a peanut, he looks so funny with black sunglasses and a cap trying to hide his "identity", the asshole doesn't understand that with those earrings everyone knows who he is, but as always he answers that with Kimetsu No Yaiba been so popular maybe they confuse him with Tanjiro...as if.
—Is just... I can't wrap my head over the fact we are spying on your next opponent team just because you're jealous of your brother—he turns so quickly that it's amazing how he doesn't have a stiff neck.
—HALF BROTHER! And I'm not jealous I'm assessing my adversary—you understand that is his pride talking, the whole big brother fiasco in Christmas keeps him away from his family. Shinichiro was the heart of the team, even though he wasn't the best player. When he retired, he mentioned that his brothers would keep the tradition going. The rivalry started, and the inferiority complex was heavy on Izana's shoulders, burning all the bridges that his brother tried to build.
What happened exactly that Christmas? Well Shinichiro wanted to include his two siblings in the plans, Izana wanted to keep the same tradition, insults were exchanged, words like punches hurt and when Izana was angry he threw a can at Mikey, instead Emma took the hit; even when he apologized for, made a handwritten letter for her that you help him with it, no one wanted to see him in the house, says he doesn't care, you know it's better not pressure him to talk.
—Hey! You're the best lead off hitter that our college has, who cares about Mikey's talent in being a pitcher or that handsome boy whose shortstop?—you say trying to hug him
—Who said something about being insecure dummy? How can you say he's handsome? half of his face is covered with his cap! What kind of name is Mitsuya?...dumb!—like always he deviates attention giving you more food and messing your hair.
You love your boyfriend if only he can understand that everyone around him wants his happiness.
On the day of the game, the tension is palpable, sitting in your special place with snacks plus water, prepared to scream for your team baseball jersey proudly wearing Izana's number.
—Let's go Tenjikuuuu!— Other college students screaming with you, the visitor fanatics are doing their cheers too, you can see Emma in the distance with her boyfriend jersey. The game begins, Izana is with that black tight shirt, the jersey looks always perfect, earrings dangling when he swings eye to eye with his brother, smile predatory with the batting helmet on.
Mikey looks small but being lefties makes a huge difference, the game is head-to-head, definitely at the edge of your seat in every play, the players seem to feel how the mood of the game is getting more violent when a foul ball is called by Kakucho, Smiley the center field runs to call bullshit, he's pushed by Rindou, the baseball brawl start, leaving Shion with a bloody nose, the umpire calls the game off when the coaches are fighting too.
Wow! What a big penalty fee will have to pay the colleges, Izana is threatening Mikey with a bat, their friends separate both, everyone is leaving, cursing the other college, sighs escape, you know Izana will be pissed, he didn't have the opportunity to show more of his abilities adding the humiliation of seeing his favorite brother rooting for Mikey.
When you made it to the changing rooms you can hear the screams of the coach to everyone, when he goes out to cool down is Izana who takes the place. Almost an hour passed, the team members go out, Kakucho has a fresh hit on his cheek, you smile in sympathy
—Be careful he's in one of his moods if you like I can wait here until you finish your talk —says the boy looking exhausted —He's an asshole nevertheless he would never hurt me, don't worry, rest, you must be so tired—the boys chorused their goodbyes leaving you to pick up the pieces of Izana.
He's hitting the lockers with a bat
—Hey! Babe Ruth stop—he turns quickly as ever, violet eyes looking like flames —Leave me alone— he takes off the sweaty jersey throwing it to your head —Take a shower and cool off before I punch your pretty face—examining your nails —I'm not in the mood for your bullshit just wait outside—he's trying to calm himself —Fuck you—he takes your face between his hands puckering your lips, sucking your tongue licking the roof of your mouth, pulling the free hair of his nape, moaning at the taste, he grabs your thighs wrapping them in his hips pushing you to the metal walls of the lockers —I dare you to say that one more time— violet eyes burning you.
You can only whimper chasing his lips
—Please don't be mean—he chuckles but kisses you again exploring, enjoying how you touch his hair, taking off his baseball cap, even sweaty your boyfriend is attractive. Silver locks posing as angel hair, skin kissed by the sun, pupils dilated as he breathes the smell of your neck, strong arms carrying you, and his ass... boy! His ass looks perfect in those pants.
—You're beautiful — he can only tssk his tongue, his warm cheeks are proof enough he liked the compliment —Feel me up— placing his right in your covered cunt, tight jeans hot to his touch, stained by your slick, it was not a secret that you love when he's mean to you. Showing you his strength he opens your pants, helping him by moving your hips to take them off, leaving you in the black satin panties sporting a wet patch. As much you love his skin-tight black shirt he's quick to throw it, muscular chest showing, maybe he's not packed or have abs for days but his body is so lean, hard to the touch, showing how much time he works in his craft, that is what get you wetter.
—Fuck I'm sorry— he says between kisses when he feels a little cut in your lip thanks to his biting, you deny with your head chasing his lips for more, he takes advantage putting you against the metal bleachers, your face mushed as your ass get in the air, in a pretty bowing position, he laughs seeing you almost praying, kneading your ass, enjoying the warm skin, slick evident almost dripping to your feet, he drops a kiss in your shoulders as his pointer finger wander your spine leaving behind quivers, sighs and shocks thanks to being sensitive.
You hear the sound of the zipper, he rips the aluminum, the hand of your boyfriend rolling the rubber on his cock, thrusting so hard that you're pretty sure you will have a mark of the steel in your cheek, he begins moving inside you, smack your ass cheek
—Moan for me bitch— blubbering, you let out all kind of sounds that makes him happier, his balls hit your clit getting wetter, your hands clench against the metal, moaning for him.
—More, please more— he laughs moving his head —A bitch like you needs a cock like mine, is the only way, so you can come, so fucking tight!!! you love when I say how much of a slut you are for my cock— you only can nod, his hand pinches your nipple, he grabs a globe, so he can twist and pull as you like.
—Izana, fuck! this pussy is only wet for you my king— he grunts putting more speed to his thrusts, the bench creaks in the floor as he holds your hair in a ponytail using as leverage —Take it!, take it you bitch!, you should be grateful I get my dick stained in this pussy— he rasps sensing how you are tighter loving his rough treatment, he goes straight for the kill smacking your ass continuously, your legs spasm trembling as the tale signs you're close.
He pulls harder at your hair, his hand snakes to your clit rubbing so hard you're seeing white, you tried to close your legs but is impossible, he grins bigger —Let it go, let me feel how you come around me, how this pussy gush thanks to my cock—that and the pinch in your clit is enough to feel your high, withing your ass chasing the feeling, he takes that moment to go feral, the slapping of your skins meeting is sufficient to feel lightheaded, he comes grunting your name, rubbing your ass.
—Atta girl— grinning, throwing the condom around like it was nothing, helping you
—That's going to hurt— he pouts trying to erase the crease in your cheek, but you roll your eyes
—Easy tiger I'm stronger than I look— winking he scoffs — Shut up! I will not try that mushy stuff again because you will tease, want to get milkshakes?— again you know is his way to show more care and love.
—Sounds good, but we have to buy for everyone, you went batshit crazy— he laughs at your attempted pun —Right! Milkshakes for everyone— you whine when he puts your underwear rubbing your clit
—Shhh I'm going to fuck you a little more in the dorm— he takes your hand almost carrying all your weight leaving behind for another day his problems.
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Greasy hands are being washed thoughtfully wanted to look his best today not like yesterday when the charming girl wiped a stain on his cheek, this was the day when he asks for a date, Mikey's request for today has been a slice of strawberry shortcake and Emma asked for a donut...Simple, right? Izana what asked that devil?
Is when he sees you with a glass sugar-stained apron and hair with specks of flour his heart melted and his words are stuck in his throat.
Wakasa even aid him in his rehearsed speech, can't chicken out he will ask for that date.
"What can I offer you today Shinichiro?" his name on your lips sounds so good, trying to play it cool he places his hand over the glass where clearly says do not touch feeling bad tries to wipe the stain off his hand but makes it worse oh god! He's a dumbass! He's able to hear your giggle.
"Sorry", his blush is evident not even his chain or the rings on his finger or the leather boots makes you feel giddy like the blush he's sporting "C-can I have a vanilla sugar donut and a slice of the strawberry shortcake, please I almost forgot a pop cake too" his voice almost betraying him.
" and for you? Is obvious how much you wanted to keep talking to him if only he paid attention.
"YES! OH! Yes!For me this day I want whatever you recommend" smiling big your heart clenches at the sight feeling dumb because today you look like a mess, please please that he doesn't notice how your hands are shaking putting the desserts in the box searching for the lemon pie slice you reserved for him.
"There! Everything is set, are you paying with cash? Or credit like always"he's fast taking his card but you laugh because is a monopoly credit card he observes you without understanding what is so funny when he sees the card his muscles spazz providing you another one...stupid Akashi playing with his things trying to be funny "oh sorry, sorry again here's the one" this time his hand touches yours not wanting to be dramatic but he feels an electric shock.
"My shop is around the corner" you open your eyes surprised at his attempt to maintain the conversation going "I know you said it last time but sadly I don't have a motorcycle to fix or buy" his smile drops he licks his lips "no matter if you need it is always open for you" he wanted to slap himself but he sees your big smile he feels better he wanted to pat himself in the back your manager clears his throat and you make a face saying bye going to the kitchen.
Saying his goodbyes he walks out of the shop, tomorrow will be the day he's convinced of it, not caring if Izana choking with his pop cake between laughs as Inui enjoys half of the lemon pie with Koko, Akashi laughs so much he falls from the stool, at least Mikey stays quiet with the frosting of the cake in his cheeks, Emma offers a bite of her donut in consolation but Koko comes running "Look!!!" Showing the container of the lemon pie with a number on it
"Take that fucking Akashi!" He screams in victory.
